Archive for June 3rd, 2006

Don’t you just love how the worst crises happen when you are in the bathroom?

Well, that’s what happened to me the other day.  I’m otherwise occupied when I hear my youngest screaming and crying as if he is in the throes of torture. So, I’m scrambling to get out of the bathroom, visions of blood and gore filling my head.

I reach the bedroom. Tears are streaming down my youngest son’s face (no blood or guts anywhere)….my oldest is nowhere to be found. Never a good sign! So, I gather youngest in my arms and say, “What happened?”

You know what he says?

” ‘Brother’ just took off his clothes and sat on my bed. Now my bed is ruined! It has germs! ” *wail, wail, carry on about how his beautiful bed is destroyed because brother ‘infected’ it with is germs*

It was morning, so my oldest was in the process of getting dressed, which explains the ‘taking his clothes of thing’….I had to assure my youngest that we could change the sheets. Now, he’s guarding his bed like it’s the Hope Diamond. :D