Inspiration

"And if you feel that you can't go on. And you feel sick and low. Just believe that you can't go wrong. In the light, you will find the road."

Prednisone

It's fall, and Max's asthma is really bad. So is Jawbitch's. Max is taking Prednisone. It's making him a little wacky.

Max, with tapemeasure in hand: The foreigners cleaning my room are touching my stuff.
Jawbitch: You need to put your magic tricks away.
Max, measuring the bathroom walls: I need to put up some sheetrock and build a miniature room to put my stuff in so that they can't touch it.
Jawbitch: Why don't you go through all your toys, and get rid of the baby toys? Then you will have more room to put your stuff away.
Max: Good idea, Mom!
Jawbitch: Just make three piles: one for your little cousin Alex, one to give away, and one for stuff you throw away.
Max: ok . . .

Several hours later, Jawbitch inspects the piles. There's a small one for Alex, a large one for goodwill, and hardly anything in the throwaway pile.

Jawbitch: What's up with the giveaway pile? Most of these toys are broken. Other kids shouldn't get broken toys.
Max: That's ok, the church kids don't know any better anyway.

Tire Swing