Someone Remind Me Again

Why one would ever want to have children?  To be fair, although Max is now throwing a hissy fit about having to take a shower (what is it with pre-adolescent boys and personal hygiene?), we had a wonderful time watching “The Hunt for Red October” together on the new blu-ray DVD player.  I was a bit taken aback to see how well Max followed the intricacies of the plot and how closely he watched; I was reminded in a bittersweet way that he is, actually, finally, MAYBE, growing up.  Now, wailing and gnashing his teeth over a little bit of water, maybe not so much.

Oh, the QC walked in the door with Kinder Eggs from Germany…Charlie’s favorite (he must have eaten four dozen of the things during our week in the UK).  Because Charlie’s favorite, so then Tobie’s new favorite (he’s a boxers-only kind of guy now, too—just like Charlie; anyone need fourteen pairs of tidy whities in size 10?). 

Now that the QC is home again, HE can deal with the foaming-at-the-mouth Max.  He’s done with the dreaded shower, but obviously still fuming about it.  Oh, if we could harness the energy wasted on such blustering, our environmental problems would be over.  Forget solar; bag wind; forgo electric cars—just figure out how to channel teenage angst into the grid.