Subject: Night Monster
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Tue Mar 19 2002 - 06:28:51 EST
"Night Monster"
After putting her children to bed, a mother
changed into old sweats and blouse and
proceeded to wash her hair and give herself
a facial. As she heard the children getting
more and more rambunctious, her patience
grew thin.
At last she wrapped a towel around her head
and with cold creme on her face stormed into
their room, putting them back to bed with stern
warnings.
As she left the room, she heard her three-year-
old say with a trembling voice, "Who was THAT?"
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"Carpool"
For the second time in a row, I was forced to
impose on the woman with whom I car pooled
to our children's soccer practices.
I phoned and explained that my husband had
the car again, so I wouldn't be able to take my
turn.
A few minutes before she was due to pick up
my son, my husband showed up. Since it was
too late for me to call and say I could drive after
all, I asked my husband to hide the car in the
garage and to stay inside. I also explained to
my son that he shouldn't mention anything about
his father's whereabouts.
Unfortunately, my husband forgot and was in front
of our house chatting with a friend when my
carpool partner arrived. When my son returned
from practice, I asked him if she had noticed.
"Yes," he replied, "she asked me which of the
two men in front of the house was my father. But
don't worry. I told her I didn't know."
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