"A Fly Touched My Butt"
Tuesday, June 1, 2010 at 12:53PM If you don’t follow me on Twitter, then you haven’t had the privilege of being entertained by my children this morning - they are truly on a roll.
I woke up this morning on the mattress in the boys’ bedroom floor, and Chase was just moving from the bedroom to the playroom (he likes to have “him” time about 30 minutes before anyone else wakes up which involves him, on his tummy, with two trucks quietly going back and forth and crashing/bumping into one another).
As he passed, he said “I wunt piz-zah.”
Me: Haha. It’s 7 AM, we don’t have any pizza. Want to come snuggle with me? ::motions to covers::
Chase: Der is no piz-zah in der. ::he leaves::
Sorry kid, I won’t be keeping any pizza in my sheets.
While I’m showering, I hear the boys, in typical fashion, freaking-the-fuck-out in the living room over WHO KNOWS WHAT. In this case, I think it was:
- a plastic spoon
- a fake bottle of cola from the play kitchen
- a beach shovel, orange in color
- a green “crab” net (small version)
Conner came in wanting me to place all of those items in the waistband of his pajama pants - and so I did. But then Chase wandered in and wanted JUST ONE of any of those items, so I asked Conner to share, please. He picked out the orange shovel and shoved it in Chase hands, then left.
BUT Conner decided to take it back, 30 seconds later. So, I yell “SHARE WITH YOUR BROTHER!!”
Conner replies “FINE! HE CAN HAVE ALL MY THINGS! EVEN MY PANTS!!!” and then he takes off his pj’s and throws them at Chase.
Nice.
Now pantsless, and Chase having retreated outside, Conner comes to me and says “There’s a fly in the house
and he just touched my butt. I’m not ok.”
Someone call the wahmbulance.
And yeah, that’s all I got so far. But it’s only 1, so who knows.
Reader Comments (1)
Gotta love boys! Cute story. :)