February 29, 2008
Originally published April 18, 2003
Young Jack came over at 2:00 this afternoon, right after I finished cutting my grass. "Is Quinton here yet," he asked. I told him that Quinton wasn't due to arrive until 6:00. "Can I call him and see if he can come over early?"
I said, "Sure. Use my phone." He did.
He talked to my ex-wife and he talked to Quinton. The end result was that he was welcome to come over THERE, but Quinton could not come over HERE until 6:00. I was very pissed about that conversation.
After Jack hung up the phone, I called my ex-wife. "This is a holiday," I said. "I know that Jack and Quinton want to play together, so what is this 6:00 crap you're laying on both of them?" She hissed something about having Michael over and how she couldn't just toss him out in the street (although she had no problem doing exactly that to ME), until his mom picked him up at 5:00. I said, okay, I'll be there at 6:00.
Jack rode with me. He talks a lot about his daddy, but he spends more time with me than he does with his father. I really like that kid. Jack has three sisters and he needs to smell some testosterone every now and then. He comes to my house for that. He also makes a good friend for Quinton and I let those boys be boys.
As long as I don't end up taking one of them to the Emergency Room for stitches or a cast, I think I'm doing all right. Together, they are a wild bunch, but boys are supposed to be that way. They listen when they go too far and I say, "CUT THE CRAP! STRAIGHTEN UP AND FLY RIGHT, OR I'M GOING TO MAKE HAMBURGER OUTTA YOUR BUTTS!" They get really quiet when I do that.
I never have spanked Jack, but I laid an ass-tenderizer on Quinton shortly after I moved into the Crackerbox. I think that he wanted to see whether or not I WOULD after the divorce and all, so I showed him. Jack witnessed.
Those boys mind me.
When I picked Quinton up this evening, the ex apologized for being her typical shitty self. "My gut instinct is to fight with you every time I hear your voice. I'm trying to change that," she said. I told her that she still had a lot of work to do and took the boys away.
They make really good company because they are boys, young enough to be fun but old enough to be... well, FUN. I'm off to cook a cheese pizza now. They are hungry.
Ya gotta feed them younguns.
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