I am up against some horrible deadlines. I have 2 hours and 14 minutes to finish more work than I can possibly get done. I am sitting here trying to work and this is the conversation going on next to me....
O: "Daddy, I want to climb in your shirt!"
Greg: "I don't want you to climb in my shirt"
O: "Yes!! I want to climb in your shirt and then you will say, Mommy, help me there is a baby in my tummy"
Greg: "No, I don't want to do that"
O: "But we are best friends and best friends like to have me climb in their shirt"
Nothing Greg can do to stop it, Owen climbs in his shirt.
Greg: "Mommy, look at this baby in my tummy, oh, now he is coming out"
O: "Mommy, say "Ohhh, a baby""
Jen: "Ohhhh, a baby, how cute"
Owen climbs back in the shirt and who knows what goes on in there and I really don't want to know, but Greg says he is now uncomfortable and they are done.
O: "Please daddy, just let me get back in your shirt, I won't touch your thing, I won't touch your thing inside your shirt".
Oh heavens, my child is weird.
Now I have 2 hours and 7 minutes to finish too much work.
2 comments:
Oh Jen, if you did not write this blog, we would never know of these wonderful stories! Thanks for taking time to post it. I love you all!
Oh my heavens, that is one of the best stories! I can see it all, and just imagine the look on Greg's face. He was semi-laughing, wasn't he?
-Beth Farnsworth Reeves :)
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