Shudder

Nothing on the synopsis yesterday or today. Little guy has a new virus. Some kind of cold thing. Poor little critter. This is the third bug he's caught in the last month. He doesn't totally get over one before something else gets him. This is the wonderful world of daycare, I suppose. Colds. Bacterial infections. The gifts that keep on giving.

Jeff had me almost rolling on the floor today. He made a trip to Walmart with the bean and donated to the scouts that were there, got a package of popcorn for his donation. Cool. All was well and good.

Until he went to Sam's right after Walmart, where another cluster of boy scouts were gathered in front of the doors. They asked him if he'd like to donate to the scouts. He said, "Oh, I already got ya at Walmart Buddy, to which one scout, with long, stringy, greasy hair and pants half-down his ass, hands in pockets, in a perpetual slouch, yelled, "You're a liar!"

Jeff had planned on getting the little one into the truck before pulling up in front of the curb and whipping the package of popcorn at the kid, but thought better of it, picturing an old lady getting caught in the crossfire and getting beaned in the head by the popcorn. To which he says he'd exclaim, "Oh, sorry! I meant to hit the boy scout!"

Woudln't look good to the bean, or to the police, really.

But girl and boy scouts aren't what they used to be. Today we went to a pumpkin patch/fall fair type thing, where a group of both were kicking pumpkins until they broke, tossing them into a pond, and generally acting like a bunch of young hoodlums. Really not a good scene. My two and a half year old was appalled by their behavior.

What kills me is that none of the adults with this group said a word to them. WTF?

This is the future? This is the best we can do? Wow.

I think I need to ready a horror book to lift my spirits and help me sleep, because that, my friends, scares the hell out of me.