Only Because You Like It...
Only because you like it, you gluttons for punishment, am I remembering to post the most recent two most eventful encounters with Kid.
SAGA ONE: NOXIOUS FUMES
So, last weekend Kid comes home and bangs in the door asking us what to do if his gas is leaking from his car. We step out the front door and sure enough, there's a gas puddle under the car and the whole parking lot smells of gasoline fumes. Boy goes to the tank to look for the whole and try to block it with his hand and I send Kid to uniapeg's house to borrow a bucket to catch his gas in. He runs there like I suggest, but meanders back while talking on the cell phone. When he returns he is informed that the leak is in his gasket rather than his tank, so he won't lose all of his gas. Against suggestion, he leaves the gas in the lot unattended while it drains and he eats dinner. We tried to tell him that people might steal his gasoline, but he wouldn't believe us. "Why would they steal my gas?" "Um... so they can USE it?" Eventually it drains. And eventually we convince him to move his collected gasoline onto the back porch instead of leaving it sitting in the parking lot. (It rains that night and ruins the gas anyway... oh well) Boy tells Kid that he should not drive it much until it is fixed because the gasoline can slosh around and slosh out, and sparks from the road might jump up and have access to the gasket or to any dripping gas. Always determined to keep asking until he receives a convenient answer, he calls the family mechanic who tells him (supposedly) that it's safe to drive. So now, he is driving it all over as though nothing happened with probably no plans to get it fixed.
SAGA TWO: NOXIOUS LOGIC
This saga is repeated in elfinmischief's journal (poor guy), in part. I was luckily asleep through half of it. The gist is that Kid kept waking up Boy while he was sleeping and was being beligerent and stupid about it, and got kicked out for the night so Boy could get some sleep. I woke up at approximately 1:15 when the Kid, feelings and sensibility wounded by Boy (or somesuch silliness), runs downstairs into the bathroom, and locks the door. Banging ensues to get him out, and loud discussion and mild shouting follows that. I really don't know what he thought he was going to do in the bathroom, stay there all night? I walk downstairs to see what is going on and Kid yells at me "Go back upstairs! I'm getting kicked out! You deal with that!" Because it sounds as though Boy has it under control, I shrug and go back upstairs to listen. Eventually Kid heads out to his car shouting, "You can kick ME out, but you can't kick out your problems!" as though Boy were kicking him out because Boy had psychological issues, not because Kid did anything wrong. Of course. And then he called Boy a coward for no perceivable reason (unless Kid was bluffing about picking a fight, or upset that Boy refused to prolong the argument). And after he left, Kid texted me to tell me how awful I was for not standing up for him because he's family. Nevermind that he yelled at me to go away when I came into the room. I'm sure it will get more exciting when we get home and Kid is still upset, especially if he has gone off crying to our parents again. Poor Boy is still very upset, and by the time anyone makes Boy that upset I never blame Boy - he has the longest fuse on the planet. By the time someone makes him that angry, they brought it on themselves. Meanwhile, I'll sit here and email Boy pictures of cute rats and puppies to help him be a little happy...
Well, there you have it. Two semi-normal days in an abnormal household. AND JUST BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU LIKED THE STORIES of our adventures with Kid. Kid the Kidd. That's seriously the only reason; I'd never have mentioned it otherwise.
SAGA ONE: NOXIOUS FUMES
So, last weekend Kid comes home and bangs in the door asking us what to do if his gas is leaking from his car. We step out the front door and sure enough, there's a gas puddle under the car and the whole parking lot smells of gasoline fumes. Boy goes to the tank to look for the whole and try to block it with his hand and I send Kid to uniapeg's house to borrow a bucket to catch his gas in. He runs there like I suggest, but meanders back while talking on the cell phone. When he returns he is informed that the leak is in his gasket rather than his tank, so he won't lose all of his gas. Against suggestion, he leaves the gas in the lot unattended while it drains and he eats dinner. We tried to tell him that people might steal his gasoline, but he wouldn't believe us. "Why would they steal my gas?" "Um... so they can USE it?" Eventually it drains. And eventually we convince him to move his collected gasoline onto the back porch instead of leaving it sitting in the parking lot. (It rains that night and ruins the gas anyway... oh well) Boy tells Kid that he should not drive it much until it is fixed because the gasoline can slosh around and slosh out, and sparks from the road might jump up and have access to the gasket or to any dripping gas. Always determined to keep asking until he receives a convenient answer, he calls the family mechanic who tells him (supposedly) that it's safe to drive. So now, he is driving it all over as though nothing happened with probably no plans to get it fixed.
SAGA TWO: NOXIOUS LOGIC
This saga is repeated in elfinmischief's journal (poor guy), in part. I was luckily asleep through half of it. The gist is that Kid kept waking up Boy while he was sleeping and was being beligerent and stupid about it, and got kicked out for the night so Boy could get some sleep. I woke up at approximately 1:15 when the Kid, feelings and sensibility wounded by Boy (or somesuch silliness), runs downstairs into the bathroom, and locks the door. Banging ensues to get him out, and loud discussion and mild shouting follows that. I really don't know what he thought he was going to do in the bathroom, stay there all night? I walk downstairs to see what is going on and Kid yells at me "Go back upstairs! I'm getting kicked out! You deal with that!" Because it sounds as though Boy has it under control, I shrug and go back upstairs to listen. Eventually Kid heads out to his car shouting, "You can kick ME out, but you can't kick out your problems!" as though Boy were kicking him out because Boy had psychological issues, not because Kid did anything wrong. Of course. And then he called Boy a coward for no perceivable reason (unless Kid was bluffing about picking a fight, or upset that Boy refused to prolong the argument). And after he left, Kid texted me to tell me how awful I was for not standing up for him because he's family. Nevermind that he yelled at me to go away when I came into the room. I'm sure it will get more exciting when we get home and Kid is still upset, especially if he has gone off crying to our parents again. Poor Boy is still very upset, and by the time anyone makes Boy that upset I never blame Boy - he has the longest fuse on the planet. By the time someone makes him that angry, they brought it on themselves. Meanwhile, I'll sit here and email Boy pictures of cute rats and puppies to help him be a little happy...
Well, there you have it. Two semi-normal days in an abnormal household. AND JUST BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU LIKED THE STORIES of our adventures with Kid. Kid the Kidd. That's seriously the only reason; I'd never have mentioned it otherwise.