best laid plans

All my weekend plans got tossed asunder when the kidlet declared this morning that he did not want to go to his daddy's house, that he'd rather hang out with me, 'cause we never get to spend the whole day together (which is mostly true). I tried to work out a compromise whereby I'd take him to his dad's this evening and he could still spend the night there tonight and I could go on my motorcycle ride tomorrow, but no luck. Only one other time in the four years that we've been living apart has the kidlet not wanted to go to his daddy's, so I figured I'd pay attention, and respect his wishes. This afternoon, our landlord's overexcited (though quite large) puppy jumped up, scaring the kidlet and causing him to bash his nose firmly on the corner of a table. Much bloodletting ensued. I felt really badly for him, as he was pretty scared. Hell, nobody likes to see their own blood pouring onto their hand. And I certainly don't like cleaning my son's blood off the floor. All was soon well, and we went off to a friend's house for dinner and Powerpuff Girls on DVD. When we got home, the offending puppy's owner had written an apology card and slipped it under the door, complete with pawprint from sorry doggie on it.