Mr. B.’s new cousin (shown here apparently discovering her hand) is in the hospital recovering from a sudden attack of an unknown disease that frightened her parents and grandparents half to death. She is, after all, only about seventy-five days old. A fever of 100.6 was the tipoff and subsequent tests showed her white blood count was seriously high. But, so far, the most awful diseases have been ruled out and she seems to be recovering.
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Giving a six-year-old a clasp knife is pretty stupid to begin with, even when it also contains a fork and a spoon. But suspending him from school (and making him do 45 days in the district’s reform school as a further punishment) because he brought it to the cafeteria to show off and eat with is, well, about what you can expect these days from the Nanny State and its public school minions. They’re experts in making Everests out of ant hills. No wonder school vouchers are so popular.
Via Instapundit. And Best of The Web Today, which notes that the 45 days is "more time than Roman Polanski initially spent in captivity for raping a 13-year-old girl.
MORE: The Waco schools are smarter. Zero tolerance is like the Army’s old Zero Defects. Nonsense.
Well, spiritually, anyhow. My back and sides still ache from sleeping (or, trying to) on a malfunctioning air mattress and I can feel the start of a cold from the chilly rain we encountered with the Cub Scouts out there this morning. Mr. B., with the resilience of youth, shrugged it all off. I remember. This sort of adversity used to be fun when I was young. Everything is fun when you’re young.
I did not actually climb the rock’s pink granite dome this time. I took a nap in our tent, instead. The other older father, about ten years younger than me, did climb. He contrived to fall about five feet in a cave the boys were exploring. He landed on his back and spent the rest of the trip hobbling about. I expect to be fully recovered from my aches and pains by Tuesday night. Next year’s trip, after which Mr. B. will be a Boy Scout, will be my last. The Boy Scouts don’t mind if parents come on their campouts but it’s not encouraged. Mercifully.
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Mr. B. and I leave early tomorrow morning for the annual fall Cub Scout camping trip. This time we’re staying at Enchanted Rock state park, the big pink granite dome north of Fredericksburg where Texas Ranger Jack Hays fought off a Comanche war party about 1844.
The boys will be hiking to the top at noon. Not sure I’m going to make it to the top this time, but have done it many times before. Fortunately the mail today brought my review copy of Mike Cox’s new book, so I can read until they come down.
We’ve been advised to bring lots of bug spray, as all the recent rain in the Hill Country out there has vastly increased the mosquito population. Forecast highs in the seventies, lows in the fifties, however, should make long pants and long sleeves comfortable, as well as protective.
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Tagged Comanche, Cub Scouts, Enchanted Rock, Jack Hays, Texas Rangers
Our visit with the pediatric neurosurgeon yesterday left us all feeling better than we have since Mr. B.’s central precocious puberty problem became apparent in July. The lesion/tumor at the bottom of his pituitary gland under his brain turns out to be an apparently normal cyst with a ninety-five percent chance of being benign. As for the five percent uncertainty, we are to watch for symptoms such as severe headaches, vision problems and loss of coordination and get a second MRI in two years. Meanwhile, it’s back to the endocrinologist to begin the hormone treatments to halt the early puberty until the normal time for its arrival, to ensure that Mr. B. develops to his normal height, whatever that may be.
MORE: By unhappy coincidence the Seablogger also has a pituitary gland growth, though his is a tumor that is "very large but benign" and pressing on his optic nerve. We wish him luck.
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Mr. B. will be livid if Barry’s plan to extend the school year goes through. School in Texas already resumes in August, thanks to politicians grubbing for votes. And Mr. B.’s unhappiness would be as nothing compared to all those kids trained to chant the prez’s name and slogans. But they all may be saved once the unintended (?) consequences become known. You know, the unusual downside to all that Dem social engineering.
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THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 