Monday, April 17, 2006

Death And Taxes

It has been a while since my last post and I almost didn't make this one because something hit my GI tract last night and I was in PAIN. In fact, on my drive to work, I had to stop at Safeway for a potty break, plus stock up on Rolaids, Pepto, rice cakes and apple juice. Not sure whether to blame our post-Easter-service run to McDonald's playland. Serves me right for venturing out to try something I don't usually get, the Big-n-Tasty. I have many new names for that sandwich now (the Big-n-*@~#$%!), which had to be censored from this blog.

Bob and I are thankful that the Easter holiday gave us a few extra days to submit our tax forms because we ended up preparing them last minute this year. Last night, I was trying to explain to Connor about taxes, and he was having some difficulty over the concept of our government.

"Does the Government live in the sky?" (i.e. like God -- well, sort of I guess)

After a myriad of questions like that one, I tried to simplify it by telling Connor that if Mommy and Daddy don't pay our taxes, we'll go to jail, and he would have to live with his grandparents. Perhaps that was too graphic.

When my parents came this morning to take him for the day to D.C.'s Air and Space Museum, Connor kept asking them, "Did Mommy and Daddy pay their taxes?"

Finally, Gong Gong asked him why he was so concerned and he tattled on me about his new fear of us going to jail. I am a horrible mother, although I suppose he has to learn about this fact of life sooner or later, right?

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