There was grumbling,

but there was also the requisite Over-the-Top Brownie Hot Fudge Sundae and Malted Milk Milkshake.

Since the video, I think I've got a few new readers, here, and I promise I'll be posting more substantial, meaty stuff soon. The regulars can attest for my general meatiness, particularly when it comes to Sophie who has been missing here for a few days but is, nevertheless, very much present. Since we raised one of her godforsaken medications, she has had fewer huge seizures and is very -- well -- rowdy. She hums a lot. A lot. She bangs her head around a lot. A lot. I imagine the brain activity that was taken up seizing is now just chaotically looking for stimulation. The proper kind. I feel a How We Do It post coming -- stay tuned.

School

I'm so glad I'm not them.

Times have changed

Soviet Student, 1958

My middle school son brought home a stack of papers to sign last night, one of which was titled Cell Phone, Electronic Device, and Network Policy:

Personal electronic devices may only be used for academic purposes under the supervision of the classroom teacher. These devices include, but are not limited to laptops, tablets, video recorders, iPods, mp3 players, digital cameras and gaming devices.


What cracks me up is the phrase not limited to.


Because for all we know, these kids are going to be asking for chips in their brains one of these days.

I know I date myself when I remember yoyos and Wacky Packs being banned from school because things were getting out of hand.

The boys set off the last of the New Year's poppers this morning

before leaving for school. Even I cheered!