@Mugsie: Here is what I was going to say yesterday, but was unable to preview my remarks without them appearing in “pirate speak,” which was something I wish had not been done.
I just wanted to compliment you on the fact that you were playing with your kids at 6:10 AM, because that is something that many parents would never do, under any circumstances and conditions, even if the child were terminally ill.
My mother’s husband, as I have mentioned before, was the kind of individual who probably had a fried eggplant inside of his chest, where a heart might have been located, if he’d had one.
One Xmas morning, when I was around 6 years old, I got up early (as some kids that age are known to do), creeped downstairs, turned on the Xmas tree lights and saw all kinds of presents for me and my younger brother.
I went back upstairs to wake up my mother and her husband, and they both came downstairs, with mom’s husband very angry, because he had been awakened way too early.
Because I dared to wake him and my mother at so early an hour, he gathered up every gift that was originally intended for me, and loaded them into his car.
The next day, he drove them to some religious charity headquarters, and donated all of them.
An “interesting” way to punish a 6-year-old child, right?
Things like that, explain why I used to regularly scrub the toilet bowl with his toothbrush.