Voter rage and idiocy in Massachusetts – will it prove to be our undoing? I don’t know, don’t care so much at this point becaus I’ve got imbecile issues on a far more local level. Today Jack was doing his routine squirm all over the couch, the sofa dance many kids do when they’re tired.  He was sitting upside down in a somewhat improbable position when he slid off, cracking his ding-a-ling cranium on the hardwood floor. Not the first time either. Very deep learning curve these dwarf morons are battling.

   That mishap ranks just below Elsie’s latest yesterday – she still sticks absolutely everything in her mouth and last night it was an outdoor tablecloth weight. A heavy, ceramic hot dog on a chain with steel fangs; a little, but frightfully strong, metal clamp. She affixed it to her tongue. Wild screaming ensued. Jumping and flailing, panic and the threat of a severed tongue followed on its heels. It was hilarious and tragic and terrifying all at once.  But you have to address the kid’s distress first without laughing at her or pointing out whose fault it was. At least that’s what I’ve heard. I held her until the spasmodic sobs passed. Such a challenge to give all the comfort you can to a small child when all you want to do is tell her she really needs to stop being such a fucking jackass.