I'm sick, so it might be the Nyquil, but I'm encountering quite a few "WTF!?" moments these days. From a persistent person who won't take "no" for an answer (although I'm still sticking to "no") to observing a disgruntled man throw a caramel sundae at the drive-through since he ordered hot fudge, things have been a bit wacky.

The weather went from 90 to 40 in a matter of moments, so that's something. But at least that is something good; we were frying here. Alas, the temperature didn't cool fast enough to produce any sort of leaf-color-changing action, which is a shame since the "Colorful Fall Leaves" project was due today. (Why the teacher couldn't see this was an impossible task is beyond me.)

And then this morning my front window was nearly bashed in by the knocking of the neighbor kid who seemed to believe that 30 seconds straight of hard pounding on the door wasn't sufficient to get my attention. Peering in the living room window and then trying to obliterate it was his next tactic. I'm not sure that he would have stopped until the glass shattered; glad I arrived in time.

He was stunned that my boys aren't available to play at 10am on a Friday morning. I told him they are in school. Wait a second... why aren't YOU in school? Apparently, every single Friday he takes off from school to have special "Grandma" time. Now, my sons have had after-school special grandparents time, but I'd never arrange an ongoing day of hooky for this purpose.

At least I now know why this morning's rather odd request wasn't the first time this kid has begged to play with my boys when they all should be in school.

And where was the grandma? Nowhere to be seen. And given that he was searching for playmates, I don't think they are really having "special together time." At least he didn't throw in the line that he has before: "Oh, my mom had to run errands so she said to come over here."

Pass the Nyquil.