Penni, it's a little confusing as to when the denial of cake-us occurred, at age one or eighteen. I think it has to be eighteen, because if he was putting his fist in it at age one, that's all they can do and I don't think there'd be much alarm.
"I hereby vow that if tonight he wants to eat his cake for dinner, I'll let him." Another confusor. If the cake's already been fisticuffed, who wants to eat it now. It's cootyied. And, he gets two birthdays? I'm lost again.
But anyway. But. I have a nasty comment. [Please remember I have steroids in my history, and stuff like Congress or kitten-dumpers piss me off anyway.] I'm glad that sentence of "coming to your senses" was in there; that one above. It's your life-preserver; you Penni The Magnificent.
I have a bunch of bad words, and things like "You're lucky there was a cake to punch" to say, but it wouldn't be very nice, and especially since you repented, and just drawing attention to the positive, and the lesson learned, is the adult thing to do. And none of our other thread members was spatuling you carefully with thick orange napalm gel, pressing in lit cigarettes and sitting in an overstuffed chair to watch; which just proves how mature they are, and how much I'm not; which must be parent-issues with me, possibly issuing from similar treatment at the hands of Those Irrational, Stick-in-the-mud Monsters.
But I'm going to restrain myself, and do the right thing, because I'm past that sort of verbal firebombing, and love you dearly. You're a good person. |
