I'm Bad; I'm Nationwide

Picking up where I left off, Cranky redeemed himself last night with flowers, candy, a card and dinner (OK, the dinner was not his idea but whatever), so things are looking up in that department.

In the sickness department, things keep getting worse. Jr. Jr.'s fever turned into a cold, which brought on an eye infection and now croup, which manifested itself in the middle of the night last night. Meaning once again I'm not going to be able to go to the gym, since I'm exhausted.

But that's not what I want to discuss here. I want to discuss the original Jr., our number one son, a.k.a. Ladies' Man.

Yesterday I picked him up from his Valentine's Day party at school. He came running out of the classroom with a big heart painted on his cheek. I told him it was time to leave and to please put on his boots. Did he hear me? No. He was busy chasing down all the girls in his class to give them a goodbye Valentine hug, or should I say, the Heimlich. His teacher, who has a son the same age, came out to chat. She also asked him to put on his boots. Did he hear her? No. He was busy bouncing around like a maniac. I felt embarrassed. Jr's best friend was nearby getting ready to leave as well, calmly putting on his coat, and the teacher made a comment about how mellow he is. "Well, Jr. is obviously not mellow," I said sheepishly. She tried to comfort me. "Oh, my son isn't either." I still felt embarrassed. I tried being firm, I tried physically dragging him but despite his skinny frame he's extremely strong. "I have to say goodbye to Kathleen! I have to see what's in my goody bag! I want to go zoom!" He took off.

Jr. is not a rotten kid by any stretch of the imagination; rather, he's a force of nature. He has made his imprint with everyone, parents included, at the school - in fact, he's famous. He wants everyone to know he's the man, he's in charge - and he's available if you're cute.

Today's Playlist:
"Sweet Home Alabama" - Lynyrd Skynrd"