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So Long, Farewell!

As we were finishing up some giant breakfast cinnamon rolls at a newly opened breakfast eatery, T.Puzzle shared a thought.  It was baseball related because part of the charm of this eatery is they ask you random, unique questions to help label your order.  Our particular question was, ‘what are you looking forward to in the New Year?’ and Mad Dog had replied, “Another Cubs’ World Series win.”


Anyway, T.Puzzle knows that baseball season is coming.  He understands that I have been patiently biding my time until I can yet again, watch the Cubs play every day of my life (off days and rare excpections excluded).

Again, nice.

“I do like baseball, Mom, but sometimes I wish that there were nights that I could watch one of my shows instead of watching the Cubs.”

“T.Puzzle, that is so great of you to share, but unfortunately, you are going to have to move.  I will even help you pack your bags,” I reply.

“Do we really have to watch every game all the time?” he laments.

“Seriously, I hear you, but where exactly do you want me to forward your mail?”


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Luck of the Draw

I know I allow for sword play in my home.  Let me clarify NERF sword play.  Okay, the nerf doesn’t really do much to counteract injury and damage.  I am always trying to balance letting my boys ‘be boys’ and keeping my world safe and sane.

At breakfast I was not in the mood for sword shenanigans of any sort.  There was something about the way T.Puzzle precariously started swinging his sword about that my breakfast wasn’t sitting right in my stomach.  Maybe it was the cool breeze I felt as the sword sliced the air near my face.  Or maybe it was the way the fancy wine glasses hanging on display off our kitchen trembled with fear.

I do not know.

I do know that I was having none of it.

“Okay, that’s it, put the sword away,” I commanded.

“Aaaawwww, man,” a clearly disgruntled T.Puzzle retorted.

He dropped his sword in defeat and slouched down.

“I guess I’ll just have to play with a gun instead.”

Really, how lucky can one Mom get?