I've never hidden the fact that there are certain aspects of motherhood that I find overwhelming. I hate thinking about the future, when my children are going to get into cars and drive off to go on dates and get themselves into all kinds of situations I would never allow them to get into, what with drugs and drinking and unsafe driving, not to mention back to that whole dating thing (shudder). But that's all in the future -- albeit the near future -- and it's today that's got me shaking my head.I was awakened to screaming. It's a pretty typical thing, and not pleasant.
"Mommy! Ammon put ketchup on me!"
It's early in the morning. Too early for breakfast -- ketchup? Why ketchup?
"Go wash yourself off. Ammon!"
Ammon comes sauntering in, unconcerned.
"Can you explain the ketchup to me?"
"Well, I wanted to do something that, to me, was funny, so I decided to wake Joseph up by squirting ketchup on him."
Oh, now, that makes total sense. Why didn't I think of that?
9 comments:
What a helpful kid--he's kindly giving you something to write about in the family Christmas newsletter!
Oh my.
LOL. Well, at least to him its funny. :D
Sounds like fun to me! Though I think I would have gone with chocolate syrup instead.
Reminds me of something my girls did once. We had just gotten kitchen carpeting - the indoor-outdoor kind - this was about 30 years ago. The girls were being very quiet. I went into the kitchen, and they were both covered in chocolate syrup, sitting in a huge puddle of it on the new carpet. Of course, they had to rub it all in too. The stain never came completely out. But it sure smelled good!
hahahhehehehahee! :D oh my! What else is there to say to that!?
Sounds like fun at your house.
And, that dating/driving/going to college/making life decisions time comes much. much faster than you think it will.
Not sure, but I think it's better than Petroleum Jelly--right? One of my little tinkers plastered it all over himself, and everything in the bathroom. Mind you, PJ doesn't stain. Just sticks. Forever. And every bit of dirt joins it.
With my kids, it was eggs. Be thankful. And I'm not exaggerating by saying that teaching my kids to drive was the worst experience of my life. The words "totalled" say it all. Make your husband do it.
Well, why didn't you think of that. Maybe you should try it.
My sides hurt from laughing!
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