My wife, Ashley, will do just about anything to avoid facing a needle. One evening, while working in the kitchen, she cut her hand quite seriously. I knew that there would be no way to spirit her off to the ER for stitches short of clubbing her over the head and dragging her off by her hair. Certainly the idea had merit, but she
was an adult and there was no time to find a club.
My only other recourse was to give her a hard time with the hope that I would be able to guilt her into going. The point when I realized I was fighting a losing battle came when my three-year-old shouted,
"You're making my mother crazy!"
Then he pummeled me.
I'll see about that club.
- 18 May 2004
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