Calm down my babies . . . EB didn't forget to have something special for youse.
It's a beautiful day here in Valley. Midweek - it's been productive and there are no complaints yet.
I'm getting very jazzed for the inaugural show this 4th of July. I hope each of you have the time blocked out for ya - if you're unable to listen to it on the cyberspace you can call in and listen to it on the phone. Find a way to be a part of the LIVE experience because it will not disappoint! You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll want to punch your grandma in the throat . . . (what's that? - - Noo. - - Oh come on they know I'm jus. . . . - - - OK).
Boy the First has always been big for his age. When I say big I'm not trying to pleasantly call him fat. No - he's always been taller, stronger, faster than his contemporaries. As such - we've had to teach him how to play kinder with his friends so that he won't accidentally send them to the hospital. Well - he's done such a good job with that - that one of his friends, who is the same age but smaller often will find some lame excuse to punch Boy the First - in the face.
Usually Boy the First takes it and lets it roll off his back. This time though the little kid caused some pain to the Boy the First and he came in crying. I think I've done my job in teaching the boy that it's not okay for him to go around bullying other kids because he can, and he may actually be a bit more timid than he needs to be - anyway. . . I told Boy the First to tell his friend that the next time his friend punches him - he'll punch him back, as hard as he can. The Squaw doesn't like that - and I can appreciate that. But my boy needs to also know that he doesn't need to become the punching bag to his diminutive friend. So the warning has been put out there - I hope Boy the First doesn't ever have to punch his friend back - but sometimes you just have to learn the hard way. . .