Commuting with Kiddies- Scene 1

Me: Driving down H Street
Angel: Coloring in the back seat
Phyre:Looking out the window

Angel: yelling "Mom! You made me mess up. You need to stop driving like that!"
Me: calmly "Who do you think you're talking to! You need to watch your mouth! The road is bumpy."
Angel: under her breath "You"
Phyre: gasps
Me: reaching back to smack Angel across her legs while driving
Me: noticing that it must not have hurt, as she kept right on coloring and never even looked up
Me: trying to save face "Next time I will make it hurt. You need to have respect!"
Angel: while still coloring and still not looking up "It did hurt mommy"
Phyre: to Angel "You really shouldn't have said that"

Moral of this story, go with your instinct . . . if you're going to spank, pull the car over, get out and make the spanking count! As much as I try to appeal to my children logically as to why certain things are right and others are wrong, sometimes you've got to take it back to basics and whoop that ass.

Poet Mode: Dear Love

Letter to The One I Love

Dear Love,

I'm writing this letter not to tell you how I feel
But to let you know the reasons why I know this love is real
It's not because you tell me so everyday, although you do
And it's not because you told me that you'd always be true
It's not because you pick me up when my spirits are blue
And I bet by this time you haven't a clue
You're wondering why aren't you?
If it's not because of all the sweet things that you say
Then how else do I know this love is here to stay?
Well it's not because you calm me when my mood is kinda bad
And it's not because you make me laugh even when I'm mad
Its not that you hold me tight and just right and are sensitive to my needs
It's because you do these things simply out of love for me
You don't have to love me and show it so well too
But you want to make me happy, and you do.

Thank you