Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Bad Days and the Red Ring of Death

My poor son, he had such a bad day yesterday. Well, bad day in 8-year-old terms, and as with all 8-year-old bad days, it began with school.
For some reason, his class goes to a different teacher for science. I’m not really sure why they do that to 2nd graders, but… that’s the deal. Anyway, he was sitting next to his friend Chris and one of them let loose with a fart. Now we’re talking about little boys here and they started to giggle.
Not a big shocker. I mean, I know men pushing the high side of 30 who take great pride in their flatulence. And yes, I’ve heard a few of them giggle afterward. So for a couple of 8-year-olds to get the giggles after a fart is not surprising to me. Well, it was in class during a lesson, and the teacher asked them to stop, and they did… as best they could.
You know, sometimes, once you get the giggles you just gotta let ‘em play out ‘til their done. They just can’t be stopped, and as a result, my wife got a call from the teacher. So, when I got home, my boy was writing a letter of apology to his science teacher.
Then as we were talking, come to find out that some kid punched him in the belly while they were waiting for the bus.
My son is a lot like me. Tender hearted and more on the flight side of fight. So it kind of scared him that some little punk would actually hit him for a place in line.
So then… after all of this… the coup-de-grace of his day came on the Xbox 360. Oh ya, we’re talking about the “Red Ring of Death.” It wasn’t his fault, the thing had been acting up over the last couple of weeks and I was expecting it. But it had to go south on one of his worst days. I felt bad for him, so I put my arm around him and told him that all was well and that the 360 is under warranty and it’d be fixed in a couple of weeks. That is, it’ll be fixed if the heavily accented customer service rep got all of my info typed in correctly. Ya… like her name was really Janet. And the red ring just HAD to show up on the day Halo3 was released. Uggh! That, my friends is a whole other blog topic.

I hope that his day is going better, today. I love that kid.

1 comment:

John'swife said...

Poor kid. Are you suppressing the desire to go find the kid who threw the punch and just....stare at him...menacingly...with a large unassuming but no less blunt object in your hand?

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