February 9, 2007

• Well, I can't read my comment but I just noticed there was a message feature and I have 2 messages. One was from early December. That's pretty sad I didn't notice until now.

  To add to the non-lactivism, today was a rainy day and there was motor oil all over the parking lot of the video store where I was, so I was kind of freaking out about it. I took Bean's boots off as soon as she got in the car. I put paper down for Bug to step on. She is constantly telling me my concerns about the cleanliness of my car are overblown, and I'm getting a little tired of her discounting my feelings when she has such strong ones herself. So as I was putting the paper in, I heard a guy talking behind me. I turned around, realized he wanted money, turned back around to the car to get some although I have basically none. He thought I was blowing him off, ignoring him and started talking louder, telling me why he needs the 85 cents. Normally people ask for change I give them a dollar or two or five if I have it. I had not a penny in my wallet, but some change in my change receptacle in my car. So I turned back around to tell him I didn't have much cash, only change, and I'd give him that. I probably gave him over a dollar, I didn't count, but it pretty much cleaned me out.

  Bug was annoyed. Even as he was standing there she was asking, "Why does he need money? That's stupid, he shouldn't ask you for your money!" So I was explaining he needed money to buy things and I didn't really know why he needed the money (nor do I care, really, I figure he needs it and I'll give it to him). So driving home she got downright truculent. "Well he shouldn't get your money that you earned, that's not right!" I explained that I was freely giving it because he asked me, and it was my choice. "Well, you shouldn't have given it to him!"

  Doggone! The kid is coming with me to the next Family Promise thing at church.

  In other news, before that we had been to a new dentist for Bug to have a cleaning and check-up. It's been over a year and the last time she went was when I posted here (hey, I have a record of the date, cool, I just thought of that) about how upset I was when the dentist pushed on her teeth and said they'd be falling out soon anyway, because, you know, she's still my baby. The man's insurance changed and our old dentist wasn't there, so I finally got them set up with this new office. I like the waiting room in the other place better, This one has better magazines, but it is longer and narrower and the space is shared with the chiropractor's office on the other side. That office was closed for the day, but I could see how it might be a problem to find a place to get out of the way when they have patients too. Anyway, some teen boys were there and Bean was doing her normal crawling on the floor, angry hissing cat routine. So I was reading an old People, trying to get the article finished before I had to leave, and I could hear the boys laughing pretty hard at times. Apparently Bean amused them. She would go right up and crawl on their shoes. She would climb up on the chair between them and act silly. She even was biting the one guy's tennis shoes. Ummm, yeah, OK. I distracted her with the kids' table which I had overlooked as it was right by the entrance, and I read her a book and did a puzzle with her and such. Then she crawled away and a man almost tripped over her getting a new magazine. He sat down and petted her as she crawled by, though. He seemed amused by her too. I ended up taking her outside to splash in the parking lot because I felt like a little Bean can go a long way.

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