Well, thank goodness my kids are grown up and moved out. Of the ones I had to take care of, two are brother and sister of a good friend of ours, number three is my Godchild, and number four, I call the DEMON child as I swear he must have 666 on his body somewhere. Things were ok until he fell into his normal routine and started running around, pushing the others, screaming, and not listening. He is the oldest (five years old), can barley make complete sentences, drools like Niagra Falls, cusses, bullies everyone else, breaks EVERYTHING, and just can't speak below a loud scream. Without him around, we have no problems. But, put them all together and forget it. Tonight when my wife got home she asked me what happened to my F4-U1D Corsair I have in a spare bedroom. As I didn't know what she meant, I went to look at it and found the left wing destroyed. After looking at it, I saw shoe prints all over it. Guess who was the only one who wouldn't removes his shoes!! Yep good ol' 666. This is not a small airplane. It is a Byron's radio control with a wingspan of 85 inches. It was assembled and sitting on the landing gear in a room where they were told NOT to go into. I guess while I was outside picking up the garbage can, he decided to open the door and use my plane as a foot bridge. By the time I got back inside, he probably knew he did something wrong and ran back into the living room as is nothing happened. Well, it will have to wait for repairs as I have started working on my LUV again. The end result is I said nothing to him or his parents, but did say there is no more baby sitting in this house unless we are BOTH home. Enough said, time to go and start fabricating a new dash for my truck.......
_________________ I've never been wrong! Once I thought I was, but I was mistaken. Rick Loranger, La 1980 Stepside LUV (Again)
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