When you read this, picture me upstairs, Hub in the kitchen, Tukey in the bathroom near the kitchen.
Tukey: "Mom! Mom! Mom!"
Me: "What!"
Tukey: "Come wipe my butt!"
Me: "Where's Daddy?"
Daddy: "I'm making Ajers an omelet!"
Me: "Okay Tuke, I'll be right down."
Upon entering bathroom, notice Tukey is sitting on the pot with his eyes squinched tight. (I think I invented the word "squinch.")
Me: "Why are your eyes closed? Did you fall asleep waiting for me?"
Tukey: "No, I was praying."
Me: "That's nice."
Tukey: "When there's nothing else to do, I pray."
Me: "What were you praying about?"
Tukey: "That Jesus will praise our Lord."
(and probably that somebody would come wipe his poor butt!)
Saturday, May 13, 2006
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3 comments:
ha! Your family tales are hilarious, manic! You should get your own sitcom. :)
Oh my gosh, that is ADORABLE!
I'll do the tag later today. But I did do a post in the meantime!
Ah motherhood, the glamour
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