As I read the NY Times report about Amy Bishop the Harvard PhD accused of killing three colleagues at the University of Alabama in Huntsville,one part of the story stood out. It is the following,” The Boston Globe reported that Dr. Bishop was charged with assault in 2002 after punching a woman in the head at an International House of Pancakes in Peabody, Mass. According to a police report, Dr. Bishop was angry that the woman had taken the last booster seat in the restaurant, which Dr. Bishop wanted for one of her children, The Globe said. It added that Dr. Bishop was sentenced to probation and that prosecutors recommended she take anger management classes, though it is not clear whether she did.” I’m not an authority on these matters, but I feel pretty certain she never made it to anger management class.
I should have seen it coming. Over the weekend, my son received a kid size snuggie for his birthday. I never dreamed we would be victim to one. Having seen it and even tried it on, I can honestly say, it is worst than I imagined.
It is as ugly as advertised. Yes, everyone who wears one looks like a monk. But the annoying thing is that it doesn’t seal in the back. Picture an intrusive hospital gown made of blue fleece. Now imagine walking around with your backside uncovered and exposed. In fact, it reminds me of those annoying shoes that have the backs cut off, so you can just slip your fit in them. When I see crapt like that, I keep thinking, “just finish what you started.” I could probably tolerate it more if it was cut like a poncho. And did it occur to them to put a slit in the front so guys could go pee after sitting, watching tv, and drinking?
My family spent the day at a town carnival. Let me state up front, I hate those things. The rides freak me out. And I don’t know how they do it, but they always seem to find guys with missing or damaged teeth and tattoos to run the rides.
Fortunately, my sons are way into going on rides together. Even still, I came prepared with some malox tablets in case I got called into action. My boys are pretty daring, but today I learned there are limits.
Let’s put it this way, as I heard my sons get locked into the “zipper”-a cage like object that flips and flops upwards, I had some doubts. But this is why God gave us “denial.” And then I heard the shouts from the sky, “get me out of here!!!!” Yes , those were my sons.
The carny reassured me he was bringing them down.(pause-who you may rightly ask-seeks parental “reassurance” from a carny.) He said, “the little one was a bit under height regs, but I planned to keep an eye on him.” And then he pointed out, “this rides been around for a long time, so long. In fact, I remember it from when I was kid…..I just never realized I’d be operating one of these things. ”
As our kids came running into our arms, I knew what they were thinking…”WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU_HOW COULD YOU LET US GO UP IN THAT CAGE!!!” And that is when I knew, unlike many teachable moments, this was a therapy moment. One I imagine we’ll be hearing about for many years to come.