Candy Cane

Well boys and girls, it's been a few days now since we've last spoken monitor to monitor. There hasn't been much happening of late. T was throwing rocks over my parents fence and broke one of their neighbor's windows. So I got to be the dad and go over there and meet them and offer to pay for the broken window. Unfortunately they seem to be willing to let me pay for it. I was hoping that they'd say, "Oh, no it's cool. Kids will be kids. Don't worry about it, we were planning on replacing this window anyway." But they didn't. I don't suppose I would either. Of course, this means that we now want to replace the window that T broke a couple Easters ago. That one was from him hitting a small plastic golf ball from across the yard and splintering the outer pane of glass. He managed to put a hole in the outer pane of the neighbor's window. It's a decent hole also.

Also, the cat's feeling better. Or if she's not feeling better she seems to be on the road to recovery. Which is good since I'm almost out of the antibiotic and it seems to have gone bad. I don't know why. But now that I'm thinking about it, maybe I was supposed to keep it in the fridge or something. I dunno. But her eyes aren't nearly as gunky and she's much more energetic now. So all is going well.

I also found out last night that my kids don't like candy canes. T had been working on me to get one off the tree since last Thursday. So I told him that if he was good all weekend and ate all his dinner he could have one. So he ate all his dinner and was pretty good through the weekend, and as such he got his candy cane. And since his little sister can't bear to just watch him eat something, and since this particular candy cane was fairly big. I split it not so evenly for the two of them. Little E took a huge bite of hers and just started chomping away. T was a little more delicate and went the route of trying to make it into a small spear. About five minutes later, T comes over and tells me that he does not, in fact, like candy canes. So he threw it out. Shortly after him, Little E came over and informed me that she also, is not a fan of the candy cane. So now I'm the only one in my house who actually likes candy canes. How strange. I thought all kids would love those things. It's a stick of sugar, what's not to like? But I suppose that it's better that they don't. It's one less thing I have to worry about them trying to sneak while I'm still sleeping on the weekends.