Day 258
Playing Cowboys
& Indians in the house.
Dad chases Beth
into Becky’s room; Beth
slams the door
and Dad leaves a gash from
the rifle-barrel
in the front of the door.
Poor
Nanny! She had two children but three kids to deal with---She really is
a…Saint!
To
say we “rough-housed” a bit might be the “under”-statement of the century. Wild!
That
door incident was actually not my fault (nothing ever was); Candy should not
have allowed us to play snowball fight and cowboys & Indians in the house.
What’s wrong with her?
There
just has to be an adult present when the “kids” get rambunctious to the point
of destruction; Beth never should have slammed that door into my rifle barrel. Kids!?
No
fowl! No blood! No fault! That’s how I see it all. Jeez! Can’t a guy have a little fun? At least, every once in a
while---like, every day…all the time!
Jeez! I’m not some delinquent!?
And,
the kids survived; Lady Candice made it through. Hell! Even I managed! Somehow!?
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