Sometimes I go a while and think I have nothing funny or
interesting to write about and my blog sort of putters to a stop. Sorry about
that. Hilarious stuff happens to me every day, sometimes it takes a little time
to register how funny. This is something that happened to me today, if you are
raising boys maybe this type of thing has happened to you too.
interesting to write about and my blog sort of putters to a stop. Sorry about
that. Hilarious stuff happens to me every day, sometimes it takes a little time
to register how funny. This is something that happened to me today, if you are
raising boys maybe this type of thing has happened to you too.
Conner has this ball type toy that he loves to throw around;
it has a long fabric tail that comes off it so it can be pretended into a million awesome
things. Mostly he likes to yell “FIREBALL” while swinging it around his head
and launching it at stuff. Today I’m sitting on the ground playing dress up
with Tillie, you know, doin’ girl stuff, when I hear:
it has a long fabric tail that comes off it so it can be pretended into a million awesome
things. Mostly he likes to yell “FIREBALL” while swinging it around his head
and launching it at stuff. Today I’m sitting on the ground playing dress up
with Tillie, you know, doin’ girl stuff, when I hear:
“Have you seen a fireball like DIS!!!”
Before I can even turn my head three things happen
simultaneously. The “fireball” goes flying past my face, a large plastic
drinking cup smacks me upside the head, and Tillie and I are both splashed in
the face with the ice water that used to be in the cup. Dumbstruck I turn to
look at Conner who has both hands over his mouth, eyes wide with surprise as he
starts to say,
simultaneously. The “fireball” goes flying past my face, a large plastic
drinking cup smacks me upside the head, and Tillie and I are both splashed in
the face with the ice water that used to be in the cup. Dumbstruck I turn to
look at Conner who has both hands over his mouth, eyes wide with surprise as he
starts to say,
“You know how you always say ‘accidents do happen’? “
Tillie and I stare at him dumbfounded, she has water
dripping down her face and her once perky feathered headband is
waterlogged. Calmly I reply,
dripping down her face and her once perky feathered headband is
waterlogged. Calmly I reply,
“Yes, I’ve said that before.”
“Well, this was soooo an accident. I did not mean to do
that. I was not in control of that fireball.”
that. I was not in control of that fireball.”
What do you even say to that? I had no words. I was laughing
so hard I thought I might pee myself. My head still hurts, every time I feel a
little sore I giggle silently. I’m writing this at school and I look so creepy
silently giggling, gesturing, and typing. Have you ever been blasted by a
fireball that got away?
so hard I thought I might pee myself. My head still hurts, every time I feel a
little sore I giggle silently. I’m writing this at school and I look so creepy
silently giggling, gesturing, and typing. Have you ever been blasted by a
fireball that got away?
I would have laughed, too. Boys can sometimes be really funny when they aren't making you crazy. 🙂
I needed the laugh and my uncoordinated kids shouldn't really be throwing anything, or chasing anything. Gotta love boys 🙂