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.
Lol, what a cute and funny story!
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BWAHAHAHAHA! OMG, that’s too funny!
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Hey Cindy, thanks for stopping by at my blog…and leaving the bread crumb trail so I could find yours. I laughed outloud at your germy bed story. My kids are now either in the throes or on the brink of teenagerhood–the germs are bigger now. ha ha.
Glad you’re liking the round robin story on my blog. It’s the most fun I’ve had writing in a long time.
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Well, everyone knows boys have cooties.
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LOL. Kids. They never fail to keep your heart pumping.
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