IJMC - Good Cases For Giving The Kids Thorazine

I think my problem tonight is that I already blurbed myself out. You see, 
I have another list set up for friends to know when I am throwing a party 
or whatnot. Tonight I sent out the first invite/info thingy for an 
upcoming party. And, well, as I tend to do, I rambled a bit. So I am 
kinda rambled out. Or blurbed out. So, back to my coffee and irish cream, 
and leave you, the wonderful subscriber, to read on.                -dave





 Ever notice how a 4 year old's voice is louder than 200 adult voices?

 Several years ago, I returned home from a trip just when a storm hit,
 with crashing thunder and severe lightning.  As I came into my 
 bedroom about 2 a.m., I found my two children in bed with my wife, 
 apparently scared by the loud storm.  I resigned myself to sleep in 
 the guest bedroom that night. The next day, I talked to the 
 children, and explained that it was O.K. to sleep with Mom when 
 the storm was bad, but when I was expected home, please don't 
 sleep with Mom that night.  They said OK.  After my next trip 
 several weeks later, Karey and the children picked me up in the 
 terminal at the appointed time. Since the plane was late, everyone 
 had come into the terminal to wait for my plane's arrival, along
 with hundreds of other folks waiting for their arriving passengers.  
 As I entered the waiting area, my son saw me, and came running 
 shouting, "Hi, Dad! I've got some good news!" As I waved back, I 
 said loudly, "What's the good news?" "Nobody slept with Mommy 
 while you were away this time!"  Alex shouted.  The airport became 
 very quiet, as everyone in the waiting area looked at Alex, then 
 turned to me, and then searched the rest of the area to see if they 
 could figure out exactly who his Mom was.
 
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 At the beginning of a children's sermon, one girl came up to the 
 altar wearing a beautiful dress.  As the children were sitting down 
 around the pastor, he leaned over and said to the girl, "That is a 
 very pretty dress. Is it your Easter dress?"  The girl replied almost 
 directly into the pastor's clip-on mike, "Yes, and my Mom says it's 
 a bitch to iron."