June 23, 2006
Brace yourselves!
Dax, my sweet little perfect angel, is going through "A Phase". In other words, a crabby little troll beast has eaten my child.
As I'm writing this he's sweetly munching on a banana. There is no sign of the boy who got himself so worked up this morning with the crying and the flailing and the paint-melting woe that he THREW UP. Let us all pause for a moment and be very, very thankful for that because it won't last.
I'm thinking of keeping him stored in this small but flexible box for the duration of this phase.
I kid. He did this to himself. That's a cat toy he's gotten himself stuck in. Puck has figured out that, when the boy is chasing him, Dax will follow wherever he goes. It is highly effective because Dax hasn't figured out how to get all the way through.
Sometimes I think of letting Puck be the disciplinarian in our house.
Poor kitties! Poor you, too!
There are days, though, when I think screaming until I puke in order to make my point clear might be kinda' cathartic. I think he's on to something..
Posted by: Dana at June 23, 2006 06:57 PM