First item of Business: It might seem like I am a devoted and wonderful mother because I make thoughtful cd compilations for my children (and for anyone else who asks, by the way)--and I am. But in the interest of full disclosure, I feel like I should tell you that yesterday when my daughter refused to take a nap before ballet and I was insisting that she take the nap because I knew that sans nap, ballet lessons would not go very well I actually said to my just-turned-5-year-old-daughter in pink tights, "This is all going to blow up in your face," implying that if she did not take the nap, later at ballet it would "blow up in her face." I am bad, and I'm sure that the frightening metaphor was lost on her. Nevertheless, she curled up in a little ball (contemplating what her inscrutable, scary mother could have possibly meant) and fell asleep.
Yesterday I also downloaded REM's Life's Rich Pageant and as I listened to my (current) all-time favorite (old) REM song, "I Believe," I remembered that it has the words "I believe my throat hurts" and for just a few seconds I wished Sam's throat was still sore from the tonsillectomy so I could put that song on his cd and he could listen to it and it would be perfect. But I only wished he were in pain for a few seconds. I soon realized it wouldn't really be worth it.
Lastly--and this is unrelated--I just have to say that I hate that there is a semi-aquatic rodent called a nutria. I think nutria is the worst name in the world for that sort of thing and I really don't think it's necessary. I mean "nutria" gives the impression of something wholesome and healthy. Muskrat I can live with, but nutria really bothers me.