Kids!

There's a joke I heard once that I've always liked and often repeated the comedian says 'My wife and I have been fighting over having kids. I don't want any but she says we can't give them away'. Ba da bing. This morning I've been baby sitting, although according to Rainey I'm not 'sitting' because there mine, and it's been a little crazy. Well mostly it's been the wee one that's causing all the trouble. I phoned Rainey and asked her why she didn't take that one with her, she said that's why she needed a break. She also told me she might just stay gone until tomorrow, she was kidding. I told her that was fine she could pick the kids up at the fire department tomorrow, I was kidding, I guess. Then she informed me that the fire department only takes kids up to like 90 days old and I just thought that was terribly unfair. I mean up till 90 days old they still have that new baby smell to them and everything, just lying there being all cute and everything. It's when they get mobile that you want to drop em off somewhere. That brings me to another old joke- you spend the first few years of a kids life teaching them to walk and talk and the rest of their life telling them to shut-up and sit down. Sometimes when Rain gets aggravated with the kids she'll hold them up to the wall and ask me to put a hook up there for to hang them on. That would be alright, hang a kid up until your ready for them and then take them down to play. They could even take your coat and hat like the hands on the wall in Willy Wonka. Of course, please note, this is all in jest after a day that started with me being beaned in the head with a sippy cup and then spending the next several hours, with a headache, picking up all the stuff a one year old can drag out. What can a one year old drag out? Anything it can get it's grubby little paws on, that's what. Sometimes when my humor is not as well adjusted as it is this morning I think life would be much simpler without kids are with just one or two. But I can't imagine life, nor would I ever wish for a life, without all of my children in it. As nerve racking as they can be, they also can bring lots of laughter and joy. I can't look into one of their smiling faces and not feel incredibly happy to be a part of their lives, even if I do sometimes threaten to send them to military school or a nunnery. Or maybe a cannery? They could earn some wages, start paying their way around here. Is child labor still illegal?