C'mon...aren't you curious? 
; I love telling stories so here's this morning's conversation in my house.
My youngest son is a constant source of amusement at our house and when he is around, there is a regular dose of good old fashioned belly laughter that is completely good for the soul. ; This morning, as I was getting ready for the day I hear my son's tentative little voice...that usually means trouble. ; Last time I heard that tone, he had filled a gallon ziploc bag with water, sealed it, and then decided it would be cool to find out what would happen if he jumped on it in the house. :
; (Thank god it was water. ; It could have been worse.) ; So this morning, he says..."Umm, dad...I need a little help with my trumpet." ; In hurried fashion my husband says, "Ok buddy, what dya need?" ; Hesitation. ; Clock ticking. ; "Well...umm....it's got something stuck in it, dad, but don't be mad." ;
Now I am in the other room covering my mouth so the giggle doesn't escape. ; I know this is gonna be good. ; He never lets me down. ; He says, "I sorta ate Cinammon Toast Crunch and didn't brush my teeth before I started practicing. ; It's making a funny noise now." ; To which my husband replies, "Okay, we'll get it cleaned out." ; Silence again. ; Shuffling feet. ; "Umm, dad...there might be something else stuck in there too." ; To which I am now on the ground rolling because I know it's coming. ; And he says,"I think there might be some paper stuck in there too. ; I wanted to see if I put it in here, if I could get it to blow out the other end like confetti."
Eric was late to school today. ; When the secretary asked why and got the explanation, she paused and said, "Let me just write down that you were running late." ; And then she smiled.
I love my life. :-*
; I love telling stories so here's this morning's conversation in my house.My youngest son is a constant source of amusement at our house and when he is around, there is a regular dose of good old fashioned belly laughter that is completely good for the soul. ; This morning, as I was getting ready for the day I hear my son's tentative little voice...that usually means trouble. ; Last time I heard that tone, he had filled a gallon ziploc bag with water, sealed it, and then decided it would be cool to find out what would happen if he jumped on it in the house. :
; (Thank god it was water. ; It could have been worse.) ; So this morning, he says..."Umm, dad...I need a little help with my trumpet." ; In hurried fashion my husband says, "Ok buddy, what dya need?" ; Hesitation. ; Clock ticking. ; "Well...umm....it's got something stuck in it, dad, but don't be mad." ; Now I am in the other room covering my mouth so the giggle doesn't escape. ; I know this is gonna be good. ; He never lets me down. ; He says, "I sorta ate Cinammon Toast Crunch and didn't brush my teeth before I started practicing. ; It's making a funny noise now." ; To which my husband replies, "Okay, we'll get it cleaned out." ; Silence again. ; Shuffling feet. ; "Umm, dad...there might be something else stuck in there too." ; To which I am now on the ground rolling because I know it's coming. ; And he says,"I think there might be some paper stuck in there too. ; I wanted to see if I put it in here, if I could get it to blow out the other end like confetti."
Eric was late to school today.
; When the secretary asked why and got the explanation, she paused and said, "Let me just write down that you were running late." ; And then she smiled. I love my life. :-*