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Saturday, August 27, 2011

Raising Cain, and Able to Do It!


in By Jody Worsham


All rights reserved for Centrum Silver so I can keep on doing it.


I never really raised Cain when I was a teenager, but now that I have a very active six-year-old, I have come to appreciate the saying. The kind of Cain he raises, at least at the present, is more in the realm of bug and frog catching, forgetting to let them go, or not remembering where he stashed them. I'm thinking of investing in Febreze or at least a hound dog to sniff out the location of the fermenting bugs and reptiles.


He has also occupied himself lately with his "inventions." One particular varmint trap consisted of jump ropes strung between door knobs and coat racks and a large milk crate. Fortunately I was able to grab the door frame before facing the crate head on. Traps of all kinds have since been banned to the back yard.


The right side of his brain has not been ignored as he continues to raise Cain with his backyard drums. Now these are not your regular music store variety drums weather proofed for the outside. These are 50 gallon plastic barrels with hardwood tree limbs for drum sticks. The metal barrels are used for his Caribbean repertory. I must say that there has been no need for those high frequency pest abaters since he took up the outdoor drums. When my head could no longer differentiate between his drum solos and the roaring of an approaching tornado, I put an end to the outdoor concerts.


That's when he switched to a more western form of raising Cain…barrel racing or should I say barrel herding. This is not your normal run your horse around barrels in a four-leaf-clover pattern. This is get on your junior battery operated 'gator and herd the barrels around the pasture, bumping and bouncing them from fence to fence. To up it a Cain or two, he involved his sister and thus barrel penning was born. This quickly evolved into Olympic Barrel Bumping and Tossing. When plastic barrels began to sail across the full moon like E.T., I'd had enough. No more barrel anything.


I wonder if Eve had as much trouble raising Cain. I think, with some help from Centrum Silver, Advil, HRT, and a sufficient supply of McDonald's Mocha Frappes, I'll still be "Able" to handle raising Cain.




5 comments:

Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybe said...

Sounds like you are doing a great job with him.

mybabyjohn/Delores said...

And he's only six? Let him go full belt and wear himself out before he hits teenagehood.

Catherine said...

If I found a bug that my kids forgot about, I might seriously need medication to get through the rest of the day. But I am happy to know that there are still some kids pulling a Cain, or what this reminded me of, a Huck Finn. Thanks for sharing!

Dawn @Lighten Up! said...

Adorable! I remember jump ropes strung hither and yon. At least he's not playing video games 24/7, like my 8-year-old. Sigh.

Sharon said...

Jody, You were my hero before, now you're my super hero. So glad he is using his creativity physically rather than sitting in front of a video game all day. Hey, he might start the next fitness craze, outrunning the bumper barrels. giggle.