First off, in a household of 9 people & several furry, feathered, finned companions, there is no such thing as privacy. That said, I was not eaves-dropping, just over-heard the following yesterday afternoon. My niece & her fiance were in their room & apparently having a tickle match or something. There was some whooping & hollering & lots of laughing. Crash, our almost 4 year old goes charging into their room to see what's going on. They tell him he can't just come in, he has to knock. He sighs & goes out, shuts the door, knocks & comes back into their room. They say, no, you have to wait for us to say "who is it?" then tell us your name. He sighs heavier, goes out, knocks, waits for the question then answers as he's opening the door, it me .... Well they explain it to him again, stating that after that he is to wait for them to say "Come in". He is getting tired by this point but tries it again, then says, "Oh just never mind". Later another outburst of laughter & screams erupts from their room. This time Crash goes to the door & says exactly as I do, "Don't make me come in there guys". Following this statement he goes on to say, "OK, that's it, I'm coming in" I happen to be in a nearby room & shout, "No, give them their privacy, stay out of their room." There is a pause in his normally busy, noisy behavior then he says, "I give you sticker if you be good!" to the still closed door of my niece's room. It was pretty funny.
He seems to be on a real roll. Today he was playing with a bouncy ball which bounced under the couch & he griped, "Oh Tarter Sauce!" Can you tell we are Sponge-Bob fans????
My mother-in-law gave us a plaque a while back which says "Having kids is like being pecked to death by a duck" This is so appropriate on many levels since my husband also has pet ducks in addition to all our children. I couldn't agree more with this plaque, it seems to be laughing at me from it's position on my desk, taunting me, as if to say, "If you'd only known" Known the work, the heart-ache, the sleepless nights hanging out with a puking child, the trying to remember which kid likes pb&j & which one likes ham & cheese & not get their lunch boxes mixed up. Yes, I'd still do it, because other-wise I might never have learned how my bribery enforced parenting (I don't care what the experts say it works) has now gone forth a generation to my almost 4 yr old attempting to use it on my niece & her fiance. That is just too funny not to hear in person. So, the next time I get frustrated with finding his socks on the kitchen floor so that he can use his toes to scale the handles of the kitchen cupboards to stand on the counter & get candy out of the top cupboard, I'll try to say "Oh Tarter Sauce" instead of becoming frustrated.
Dear Readers, Be Blessed & find your funny bone then give it a good tickle-match!
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