Ok, so, I’ve just come in from outside, and I’ve realised that there is really no way on earth that Brodie will be a normal Kid™.  I tried, valliantly, to get him to run through the sprinklers with me.  I mean, what kid wouldn’t want a mom who does fun things like run through sprinklers with them (albeit with a broken pinky toe)?  But, no, he freaked RIGHT out, screamed, and refused to go through the sprinkler.  And, in true jerk fashion, Jeff ran after him with his Super Soaker™.

I really don’t know what to do.  I mean, I could just get mad and say “you’re going to have fun, and like it, or I’m gonna beat your ass” in true Appalachian Redneck style, or, I could just let him have fun doing what he wants.  Which is troubling, because, what he wants to do is chase the chickens and hug the kittens really tight (not really squeeze, it’s a genuine hug, he just doesn’t realize that it’s too tight).

I don’t know.  I’m frustrated, and, well, I don’t know what to do.  Plus, my foot hurts and I can’t find a damn job.  Which is even more disconcerting.