steven had
the first of four appointments to fill his cavities today. he wanted the whole
tooth to be silver instead of just part of the tooth. and he really wanted
gold. he likes gold. he put himself to bed because his mouth hurt. october 30,
2001 steven gary fogle II put himself to bed without having to be threatened
with extreme bodily harm. mark your calendar.
on the way
home from the dentist he may have still been under the influence of pain
medication because he said, "you aren't cool. you aren't even 70
yet." i said, "so, i will be cool when i'm seventy?" he said,
"yes. but i will be cooler. i will be 100 when you are 70." "how
are you going to get older than me?" "i'm going to eat healthy and
grow faster and birthday sooner." i started to laugh and opened my mouth
to explain the time continuum. thinking about the conversation to follow and my
ability to effectively explain the linear nature of time, i simply said,
"good plan." he said, "i'm going to keep it a secret."
okay. doctors are working hard to stave off aging and steven is going to
discover the secret of reaching 100 the fastest. he may do it. he told scott's
cousin that he plays soccer faster than she does. he announced to a wedding
party that he could dance the fastest. he insisted that he could mop fastest. i
believe that he really has found the secret to speed the aging process. he
certainly is aging me.
for the past
week, he has been asking to take godzilla to school. the teacher has forbidden
it. he keeps telling me that she says he can take it to school as long as she
doesn't see it and he keeps it in his bag. he says that she allows it but if
she sees it out during school, she will take it away because he is only allowed
to get it out at the after-care program. i spoke to her tonight. she said that
he has been hassling her a zillion times a day saying that his mom said that he
could take godzilla to school as long as his teacher doesn't say 'no.' he tells
her that i want him to take it to play with at afternoon safari. well, he isn't
exactly lying. he is selling. he presenting the facts in just the right light
to get his way. i said that i would talk to his teacher about it and he played
a guilt trip on me. "you don't believe me! you think i'm lying!" oh,
my goodness! my son thinks i'm calling him a liar! so, after talking to his
teacher, we discover he is cleverly playing us both. so i tell him, "your
teacher says that there is no reason for you to take toys to school. school is
not the place for toys." "so, I can take it!?" no. no. no. wow.
he must have sold so hard that he convinced himself too.
gotta go to
bed now. rest my aging bones. hope i have the strength tomorrow to keep steven
from twisting me into a pretzel. my 70 year old body just can't take it.
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