Household drama

Because D. is grounded from playing at the house across the street (for playing on their trampoline, which he knew I had forbidden - nearly 90,000 children visit ERs each year for home trampoline injuries), all those kids came over here instead. Very loud. Super Smash Brothers Brawl cannot be played or watched quietly.

Meanwhile, his chess club director has pleaded with us to skip the basketball game on the 21st so he can field a good team at regionals. This would be D's first chess tournament, and a very long day for a third-grader, if you ask me.

For a while, I was worried that Thor had swallowed a threaded sewing needle, since we caught him with a spool of thread in his mouth, and the needle I knew to be nearby was missing. I did find it, though.

I ought to be reading a bunch about Stalin, but I'm resisting, because I would much rather read this great book I have by Michael Slote. On the other hand, Slote is even more overfond of parentheses than I am, which makes for slow reading.

And LJ is down. I cannot post this. *pout*