Friday, October 12, 2007
Who's the Mother here?
Yesterday, the Gingerbread Man had an evening meeting with People Who Make Pots of Money and Are Donating It For a Chaired Professorship at the University. So I had to take Samuel to cub scouts with Will in tow. We took an evening jaunt in the rain, collecting tree-related items (leaves, pinecones, etc.) for a naturalist to identify and discuss. During the discussion period, Will started wiggling in my lap. Off. On. Wiggle. Off again. I told him to settle down and he bit my hand! Not hard, but there was spit there. A story crossed my mind where one of my mother's friends used to pinch her children during church services to monitor their behavior when their father was on the stand. So I pinched Will. Not hard, but enough to send a message for him to settle down. He settled down nicely.