Friday, November 04, 2005

Alas! Alack!

Yesterday the oldest played outside with his brother for three hours after a great day at school. The only times he came in were for a snack, to use the bathroom, and for one five minute timeout.

(We have only two rules in this house:
1. Listen.
2. Be nice.

He uncharacteristically ignored his younger brother's pleas to stop, and my admonition to do so, and continued to ram his scooter into his brother's, insisting he was "just playing Demolition Derby". Curse you, Dixie Classic!)

So he had a five minute timeout in his room, then went happily back to playing outside. No biggie.

And what did he do during that timeout? In black crayon and with great care, he wrote in his little notebook

one day it was my wrst day evr.

1. Suffering from usually prolonged anguish.
2. Full of or expressive of sorrow.
"woebegone." Roget's II: The New Thesaurus, Third Edition. Houghton Mifflin Company, 1995. 04 Nov. 2005.

Oh, the torment.