Speaking of Butts
So, hubby and I took the children with us to Kansas. On the way there, they slept like little angels, but on the way back, all I could think was, “ WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?” So, we stopped around ten to get some food and the McDonald’s was the easiest with children so we went in and everyone got their favorite mcD breakfast food. I got the McMuffin with egg and sausage and Baby Girl, who is 11 months, and I shared the sausage and the potatoes she ate and I ate some of the egg. So, we are driving down the road and I get those foamy things, I’m sure you guys can relate. Too much food or too much grease and the mouth turns into NiagraFalls. So, I’m spitting into a bag and finally, I pull over where the food eagerly ejects out of my mouth. I hurl and hurl and finally am feeling better…made a mental note, no more sausage on my list of foods that don’t sit well.
We head on up the road and I say to my hubby, did I look pitiful and he said what and I said when I was hurling, did I look pitiful and he said is this like one of those questions you ask that I am going to regret answering and I say what and he says you know like the other day when you said do these pants me look fat and I said yes dear and you threw your shoe at me. Okay, so I have anger issues. So, he finally under a very precarious tone said, Yes. You looked pitiful.
So, we go on down the road and end up at another McDonald’s for the kid’s lunch so they could play a little too. The four-year-old goes up with hubby to get the food and this is what hubby said happened: My Nana got sick. She looked pitiful when she was throwing up her stinking sausage that we got at another McDonald’s. The kid working, hubby said, said really and that only encourage the grandson who followed up with yes. She threw up all over the side of the road and granddad said her butt was big and she threw her shoe at him. The kid looked at my hubby and hubby said that’s not true and grandson said yes you said. There you have it…out of the mouth of babes go all of our secrets.
Children sure do a number on telling stories don't they? They all make sure that everyone within a mile radius can hear them too. Once people hear the beginning of them (like Grandpa told Grandma....) everyone stops what they are doing and the ears seem to grow antenea's so they can hear every bit of it. I know this because this is what I do!!!!!
Your story is kind of pitiful but funny and since laughter is the best medicine whe got our dose this morning. Thanks for sharing. We love it!
It's not what you gather, but what you scatter
that tells what kind of life you have lived.
Karen C
