Sunday, June 24, 2012

June 24, 1991

I lounge in bed with Eddie.  He's so happy, so playful; it's such an ideal way to start the day.

It's a routine day at work -- and an extremely busy one.

After supper, we all go out to play miniature golf.  It's going to take Andy a few more times to get the hang of it, but we have fun until just after the 18th hole.  Andy wants to do the other course and throws a tantrum when I tell him we're done.  So much for going out for ice cream. I drive home in relative silence.  Andy is sent to his room once we return home.  I try to reason with him, explain why I find his behavior so offensive.  He seems to understand.  Eddie and I walk to the drug store to pick up odds and ends.

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