Child Angst

Walking down the hall toward his Sunday School class today, SoS had this to say:

"Mom! When are you going to find someone else to marry you? Daddy's in HEAVEN!"

(Said with a tone of voice that implies I'm going to have run some poor guy down like a steer, wrestle him to the ground, and shoot him full of hallucinogens in order to hook him up with me and distract me from SoS's activities. He's been feeling the heat A LOT this week. )

Laughing hysterically, "I'll see what I can do about that, dude."


Completely off topic, but still funny:

I was talking to one of the dads at Tae Kwon Do on Saturday and we got onto triage, frequent fliers, and questionable decision making skills. He's an Army medic and did some clinic work while in Afghanistan. He had this little pearl of wisdom to share: "You can cure anything with caffiene pills and Viagra." I wonder if that would work with the mental pygmies and crack hos that make up a large part of my client base? Couldn't hurt.