I was reading a friend's blog in which she mentioned her son getting into trouble in the kitchen. I commented on her blog and thought I would post part of my comment here.
"My neighbor had been out a bit late, I think, the night before. Well, the boys woke up first and decided to pull one of their favorite stunts, turning their bed over. (It was not a small bed, I don't know how they did it.) They then proceeded to the bathroom and played with the toilet and put tissue in the tub or sink, I can't remember which, and left the bathroom with the water running. Then the little men went into the kitchen and commenced opening bottles in the fridge and tasting and dumping them out. From what I heard they made quite a mess, very quietly I might add. They then found the last bit of beer in a can on the coffee table and poured that into her cigarettes. Finally, their mom woke up and came to get them. The bedroom was demolished. As she came down the hall her feet touched the water that now covered the floor of the bathroom. She came unglued. She finally made it to the kitchen and found the kitchen floor smeared with ketchup, mustard, etc. As you can imagine, she was not a happy woman. She stormed and fussed and finally went for her cigarettes to try to calm down. Beer spilled out as she tipped the pack up to get one. It was too much. She just broke down and bawled then. It was just too many things in one blow. I know it was awful, but I laugh and laugh everytime I think of that story!"
If anyone reading has a good story like this to share I would love to hear it! Just leave me a comment.
3 comments:
Nichola, we were shocked to hear about your illness; however, we will be praying for you daily as will the church. We will speak only words of faith, we will claim the redemptive and restorative blood of Jesus for you and over you, and we will pray for you to have wisdom to know how to proceed with your treatment. I know from experience that we have a very creative God who heals with medical treatment, but He can heal anyway He wants. Keep us posted
Guess I know where you heard the story! = )
I could post all sorts of stories!!! What about the time I came home and Fred had fallen asleep and Lee took Ketchup and painted the kitchen floor with it? It needed to be washed anyway!
I'm praying for you!
I will tell you about a story Mom told us. She and Dad raised ten kids. I am the 4th.
Mom said that when my older brothers were 3 & 4 years old, they woke up really early one summer morning, then went down to the beach during low tide to turn over rocks and see what they could find under them. (A favorite kids pasttime in the village I grew up in.)
She was sleeping really good and then slowly woke up and realized that they were both standing beside her bed watching her on their elbows, saying, "Momma, look. Momma? ..." They were patting on her arm too.
So she sort of woke up, peeked at them and said, "What?" Then they took whatever they had and plopped it on her neck.
Mom jumped because it was cold and wet. She pulled it off and it was a baby octopus!
Hoping all goes well for you there at the doctors.
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