It must be hereditary. I got it from my son... But wait, he's adopted. So what is my excuse? ;o)
About 3-4 years ago I had taken The Little Man with me to a HFPEnrichment night at the church. It was one of the ones where we were having a very "spiritual" lesson. There was no nursery provided as they were either on one of their kicks of "trying to get husbands to step up and take care of their children so the wife could have some spiritual strengthening" or they just couldn't get someone for a nursery. The Man Who Has My Heart was either working or in school.
So here I am with The Little Man... He is bouncing off the walls (almost quite literally). I am doing the best I can to entertain him and keep him in check so that the other sisters aren't missing out... and trying to get a little myself.
I leaned down and told him, "Can you please try to be quiet so Mommy can listen?" He is at the point of his "devil laugh" where I know once he hits that, it is all over.
So, he responds right back to me and can't stop laughing while he blurts it out so that EVERYONE in the room can hear it, "HELP! I'm talking and I can't shut up!" and keeps repeating it over and over. I instantly heard snickers from all of the women in the room.
At this point, >I< lost it. I could not contain myself. I promptly picked him up and walked out the door. In the hallway I am laughing so hard that I missed seeing the sister try to stop me and tell me that he was fine and not to worry about him. I went home and from then on, they had a nursery.
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2 years ago
2 comments:
I think I suffer from the same symtoms as your son from time to time.
yes, i have these symptoms as well! Ohhh, I am so grateful my enrichment days are over!
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