Alumni Associations

I got into it with Mom a little today. She said, "Okay Ben, you're awfully fussy. Must be time for a nap." I couldn't believe it. So one-dimensional in her thinking. So I said, "Fussy? You think that was fussy. Wait 'til you see this." What is really aggravating about the whole thing is that she put me in my swing (which I should be much too big for) and while I tried very hard to stay awake, it is impossible in one of those things. Have you ever tried it? That made it look like she was right and I did need a nap after all. I hate that.

Dad's been discussing something called an alumni association a lot. And Uncle Mark has been calling to talk with him too. I just don't get it. Mom says she doesn't either. She told me she thought she was quite accomplished for finally having shaken the tail of her alumni association which followed her through more than four address changes before she was successful. She has warned me that it will take temporary importance over me to Dad in the next few days, so she's shipping him away to Sacramento. She promises he'll return to play "scary man" with me again. In the meantime we'll visit Grandpa. Ah, which means I won't have to fall asleep on my own either. Grammy would never allow that.