Ok, I got this forwarded to me by a friend. I normally don't spend a lot of time reading forwards, but this one totally cracked me up and I thought I would share it here.
So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who
just recently died. Jack was a great cat and the kids
would carry him around and sit on him and
nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang
out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.
Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story
they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old.
The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves chapstick.
LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and
then losing it. So finally one day I showed him where
in the bathroom I keep my chapstick and how he
could use it whenever he wanted to but he
needed to put it right back in the drawer when
he was done.
Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the
typical rush around and try to get ready for Church
with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys
are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am
trying to nurse my little one at the same time I
am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess
and everyone has long forgotten that this is a
wonderful day to honor me and the
amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally have the older one and the baby loaded
in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have searched
everywhere and I finally round the corner to go
into the bathroom. And there was Eli.
He was applying my chapstick very carefully to
Jack's . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes
and said "chapped." Now if you have a cat, you
know that he is right--their little butts do look
pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem
to mind.
And the only question to really ask at that point
was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done
that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment
ever because it reminds us that no matter how hard
we try to civilize these glorious little creatures,
there will always be that day when you realize
they've been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.
That last line is the one that gets me. It is still making me laugh!
Have a great day!
1 comment:
OH HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS GOOD!!!! I dont know whether to HURL or HOWL at that story. That's along the lines of my old business partner's (NOT the best corporate parent) 5 year old coming home from her preschool's easter trip to the senior care facility showing me all the individual items in her basket the "old people" gave her. "Now these are my smarties and this is my lollipop and this is my chocolate egg...". Then she holds up this weird plastic bag filled with what I can only describe as "oddly swollen" looking lucky charm marshmallows with a quizzical look on her face. Prompting her I say "Gabby...what're those?". "Oh them" she says..."Them are Gooey Bast*rds!".
K....thats what happens when your husband lets your little one listen to Howard Stern on the way to preschool. YOU dont even want to KNOW what she called her preshcool teacher, Mr Dan!
LOL
orachel
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