Would I go to jail if....

I sold my kid to a Tiwanese sweatshop?

Logan's friend spent the night last night. That was all weel and good. They went to bed around 2330hrs and we neer head a peep from them until after 0700 this morning.

Logan was good inthat he made them both breakfast. They were both nice and quiet, playing in Logan's room or watching TV.

When I climbed out of bed that's when I noticed the smell and then the can. A can of Deep Woods Off. I picked it up knowing it wasn't there last night and to the best of my knowledge it wasup on a shelf out of reach. I noticed that, what was once a full can, was nearly empty.

As I approched Logan's room to find out who had used it and why the sweetish stink of it got stronger. When asked neither of them admitted to using it. Then both siad the other did it. At the time only Logan got a swat on the ass, and a good hard one too, because he has been told tie and time again not to touch it and why. His friend got a smack on the backside as well but not untill his father showed up to give it.
Both of them were give damp clothes and made to wipe down the floors in the bedroom, living room and kitchen.

As of right now Logan is sitting on the couch without access to his computer untill July 3. He's not allowed to watch TV for the rest of the day, play outside or even play with his toys.

And this happens the day after I get rejected by the Commissionaires Corps. I did the tests but failed in filling out the reports. Basically they sid I'm an idiot and can't use me. At least I can accept that as a reason. Best Buy a few months ago said they wouldn't hire me because I was unemployed.

If I sell Logan to a sweat shop at least I would accomplish 2 things: I'd make some money and redue my stress levels.

The Tooth Fairy is a coming!

Logan is now a gapped toothed hill-billy. He pulled his tooth out today at school, on his own.

Some of the kids in his class think he's real brave for doing it. The boys from upstairs think it's really cool that Logan did it. Guess I have to go to the store and get some change for the Tooth Fairy.

Tuesday Logan had his first soccer game. It was a hoot! 2 goalies and 12 kids "fighting" for the same soccerball. Before he got asigned to a team Logan said he was going to be Number 10 on the red team. He was right.

He was supposed to go last week, but with things the way they were we didn't go. Logan's team, the Red Ants, won the game 5-1. Logan didn't score but he did get an assist!

Wiggle it! Just a little bit!

Wiggle it just a little bit, I wanna see you wiggle it just a little bit, as it grooves
Wiggle it just a little bit, I wanna see you wiggle it just a little bit, as it grooves

Can you guess what's happening now? No?

Well yester Logan went to his friends house to play. He was there less than 20 minutes when we get a phone call. As parents we're thinking he's had an accident of some kind.
That was sort of right.

Turns out he had a popsicle and "Broke his tooth". No he didn't really break a tooth on a popsicle. He's got his first loose tooth. It's his bottom front on his right.

When we went to pick him up we took a look at it. The thing is pretty danged wiggly. I'm thinking it'll will be ready to come out by Weds.

Hope the Tooth Fairy is ready for this mission. How much is a tooth worth these days?

We got a call

The Doctor finally called.

First bit of good news I've had all week. NO CANCER

I can actually breath again. The doctor is still considering doing a hystorectomy but we'll know more in September after Carrie's next appointment.

More waiting.

We finally got a hold of the doctors office today. But still no news. The secretary said she can't/won't read the results in case she reads something wrong. The doctor is busy and may not be able to get back to us untill next week.

Nothing like draging shit out.

And now I have a freaking head cold. GAH!