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So.

I just finished putting my son to bed by reading him a small excerpt from Stephen King’s The Dead Zone. You go to Hell for that sort of thing, don’t you?

O_o

Yesterday was a big day.

The wife and I took Little Dude to get his pre-kindergarten eye exam.  Shocking beyond belief is that the progeny of two extremely near-sighted people has almost perfect vision.  Not so shocking was that Little Dude messed with the heads of everyone trying to evaluate his vision by deliberately misnaming the images he was supposed to identify.  And then giggling about it.

Afterward, it was my priviledge to drop the wee man off at my mom’s where he would spend the next couple days.  Presumably the last trip he gets to take for a long while once school starts.  He was delighted to see Grandma Cindy.  Just as I was about to leave, however, I discovered a rather large tick hidden in his hair.

No, not this:

The other kind.  Needless to say, a great deal of sturm und drang went into removing the thing… and a small piece of Little Dude’s scalp with it, it had attached itself so tightly.  The boy came through the ordeal like a champ and hopefully my paranoid perusal of the CDC’s Lyme disease pages will be for nothing.

Of course the boy was completely unphased by the whole thing such that when I loudly proclaimed I’d earned a hug for “removing a parasite from your head” he allowed me to give him a hug… and then tried to place the bite mark in my face.

Much like the noble vampire, I sleep through the day so that I may work during the night.  However, it appears that a dark and malevolent force took advantage of my slumber today.  Strange — dare I say prankish — calls were made from my cellular phone while I lay a-snooze.  Thankfully, someone made me aware of this offense so that the culprit could be handily identified:

I’m lookin’ at you, kiddo!

Yes, you!  My own flesh and blood trolling through my saved numbers all so he could extoll the virtues of Optimus Prime or expose some evil robot treachery or something.  For shame!  For those inconvenienced by such random jabber, worry not!  He shall be punished!

Eventually.

Maybe.  If it weren’t kinda funny, I guess.