It was very nearly the end of the Medium Boy last week. On his birthday, no less. I'd had it with the stubbornness, the bearish attitude, the surly pleas to be left alone. All in a space of twenty minutes, circa 7 AM. UGH. I thought I'd just make it a nice round ten years of his and my life. Give him back, no exchange, no refund. Fourth grade is killing us. Another option I considered was the performance of a craniotomy by electric knife and shoving the times tables in there, for this is the only way seemingly left that they're going to get IN there. Where is Dr. Derek Shepherd when you need him?
On the other foot, Halloween is coming up and despite the fact that I seem to have no use of the front of my face besides the production of green slime, (another post altogether...) I'm looking forward to the Ninja who will inhabit the body of the ten-year-old for the night. We've painted toenails black to celebrate just such an occasion. "It's so GOTH!" squealed tough Ninja Boy. Who promptly got in trouble next day at school trying to surreptitiously show said dark tootsies to his friends. Ah, the intersection of fourth grade angst and fourth-grade-boy senselessness.
We did have a glorious time at the ice hockey rink party; he only fell approximately six times, and there are no major bruises on his body that I've been allowed to peruse. We ate cookie cake with blue and orange icing (WHY do they insist on making icing in colors not found in nature?) for a week, and the boy racked up. He's got enough cash for that new bike he has been jonesing for, which I am lobbying hard in favor of instead of the Nintendo DS, which is our other option. He graciously bought us McD's breakfast Saturday morning, and I was allowed to borrow a buck for Cub Scout money this week. He is awesome sweet, that black-toed ninja Medium Boy. Okay. So I guess he gets to live. For now. I could still hunt down that receipt, you know.
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