Recently, the ball of fire discovered some seashells left over from a long-ago trip to the beach. He was particularly drawn to the soft, feather-weight sand dollars. And for some reason, he likes to hold them between his toes.
Yesterday as we were playing in his room, he invited me to also hold a sand dollar between my toes. In fact, he slide one in between my big and second toe.
As my feeble muscles strained to hold the smooth urchin tightly, I was overwhelmed by a sudden and very painful cramp in my second toe.
With a loud, SHIT!, I pryed the sand dollar out of my toe, which now had a fucking death grip on the thing and started rubbing frantically on the offending appendage that was practically curled over the top of the big toe.
Ball of fire was startled and started yelling, "What happened, mama, what happened!?"
I growled that I had a cramp in my toe.
"Let me see, let me see, let me see.." He pulled my hands away.
"I don't see a crab."
"Not a crab, a cramp. My muscles are cramping."
The hubby casually strolled in about this time to see why I was yelling. Before I could explain, the ball of fire was all over it.
"Daddy, mommy has crap on her toe and she said SHIT! in a very loud voice! Does she have to get hot sauce on her tongue!!?"
As if hot sauce could ever prevent me from saying a dirty word again. Nice try, little shit.
3 comments:
After a crappy day I was able to come to your blog and laugh outloud. Thank you.
This is why you're my friend. That's hilarious. And I like the picture. =)
I agree Jenny!!
Thanks sis - I have battling a tummy thing (another story about crap) and this cheered me up!!
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