Happy Days...

You have not truly lived until a small red-headed freckled face Opie look-alike with bushier eyebrows and a lisp five year old has screamed in your face for fifteen minutes refusing to listen to your calm yet firm voice instructing him to sit his tail end down on the chair. Nor have you truly lived until you gently pick up said child, set him carefully in a chair, all while avoiding carefully aimed yet flailing legs, and continue to instruct him that he can scream all he wants, but he is not allowed to talk to you until he can do it in a normal voice without tears. You also have not truly lived until in the same day as the psycho K-5er you have to explain to a 9th grade female who is carrying on a highly inappropriate ( on a scale of 1-10 a 57) conversation with an eleventh grade boy that not only should she not be discussing this topic with him, but that it isn't something she really should ever be thinking about and it is extremely detrimental (she doesn't know that word) to her spiritual as well as physical well-being. Then the boy asks you how you know what that phrase means anyway? What do you do? As another boy in the classroom said so eloquently, providing commentary that was not neccessary..."Dude, she was a librarian...she knows EVERYTHING!" You also have not truly lived until you have tasted my mother's homemade cheesecake, but thats a post for another day....