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Thursday September 5, 2002 - 11:00 a.m. So what did we all do for Labor Day weekend? I did not much at all, although I did go to Sister's house for a barbecue on Monday, which is always an experience. There was surprisingly little bloodshed and only two real instances of screaming-threats-and-running-about behavior. The youngest tried to make off with the matches and became enraged when they were wrestled from him at great personal risk. I personally received a dirty look when I broke out with a panicky "Um...UM!!!" as he was getting ready to light one of those bastards up. Apparently, I am not a cool aunt. I like to think I'm a cool aunt. I just don't like houses on fire burned digits people running around in a panic and such. Jason played with the two youngest for a while, mostly using them against each other as weapons. This was the children's choice of game. There were a lot of sounds of violence from the other room, followed by Jason's sheepish "Oh, are you okay?" mainly because one of the boys would leap on the other, gouge out an eye or tear off a limb, and run away gleefully, leaving Jason to tend to the wounded. Scary thing was that the wounded usually took this opportunity to attack Jason as he was bent over him, trying to assess the damage. Only once did either of them act phased, when youngest ran his head at full speed into a corner, took a moment to sway, and then pronounced that he had to "rest." A fun time was had by all. Louise's kid learned to ride a two-wheeler and does a good job of it, despite that fact that she wants to throw her body off of the bike to stop it rather than pedal backwards, as brother-in-law kept frantically coaching her to do. Riding a bike, the Louise's kid's way: Pedal, pedal, pedal with intense look of concentration; come to the end of the path; fling legs wildly about and wobble dangerously to a stop while all adults clutch at their mouths convulsively. Brother-in-law: Pedal backwards, sweetie! Pedal backwards! Louise's kid (tender flesh hanging an inch-and-a-half from the ground as she cruises to a stop): I'm trying! Note: While most of her upper body, including her face, is horrifyingly close to the pavement, her feet are nowhere, even remotely, in the vicinity of the pedals. She is not, in fact, "trying." But it's difficult to argue that. Still, good show. Riding a two-wheeler. It was a moment. I'm telling you. So. That's what I did, for what it's worth. Labor Day weekend. Wee.
-Mlle R
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