Sunday, June 14, 2009

For Cara

I'm sitting at my kitchen table working, a slight breeze blowing in the back door. Babies are napping. Husband is at his own computer. Kids are watching some piece-of-crap cartoon on TV in the basement. The quiet is tremendously satisfying.

And then...

Up the stairs comes my 7-year-old son, panting, near tears and in a panic.

"Mom! Mom!"

"What?"

"Did you really say that if I tooted one more time, I'd have to go to my room for ten hours?!" [His voice cracking with palpable anxiety.]

"WHAT?!"

"Did you tell me if I tooted one more time, I'd have to go to my room for ten hours?!"

"Did your sister tell you that?"

"YES?!" [Voice still registering whiny panic.]

1 comment:

  1. Oh, hilarious. Sounds like my house (3 boys & a girl, too.)

    Steph

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