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We just sent off our adopted grandkids and their parents after a weekend visit. The kids are 2 and 3, pretty well adjusted as far as it can be said, raised by pretty adequate parents and yet: OMFG! The noise! The pounding! You may as well run naked with scissors (not that there's anything wrong about running naked with scissors).
I wonder if my own grandparents' reactions to my visits at such tender ages as these kids; to take up huffing areosols, was as strong as my own compulsion to do the same in reaction. At the very least there was always model airplane glue.
Oh well; they're gone, the house is quiet again, the dog are in a deep coma, the cats are slowly coming out from their hiding places and I reckon I may just have a stiff cocktail and a nice nap.
I wonder if my own grandparents' reactions to my visits at such tender ages as these kids; to take up huffing areosols, was as strong as my own compulsion to do the same in reaction. At the very least there was always model airplane glue.
Oh well; they're gone, the house is quiet again, the dog are in a deep coma, the cats are slowly coming out from their hiding places and I reckon I may just have a stiff cocktail and a nice nap.