I have read stories and watched creepy movies where kids "see" things that adults don't. Now I didn't really buy into that too much, but kept an open mind just in case. Once my kids were able to speak they kept talking about this little mischievous little one that would just come around and try to stir up all kinds of trouble. My kids named him, Wuzz N. T'Me (must be French). Anytime something came up missing, or broken, or spilled or eaten or anything else that my kids would NEVER do, Little Wuzz N. T'Me somehow became involved. I would give the kids the stink eye when they mentioned that name, but they wouldn't back down on who the real culprit was. "No!" they cried, "It Wuzz N. T'Me! Promise!"
But then we went on vacation to the Smokey Mountains and I think this picture finally captured Wuzz N. T'Me. He was on his way to dump french fries and a soda in our brand new van while my perfect kids slept.
Little Stinker!!
Ok, ok, I was trying to take a picture of fireflies and Jonathan was running around in front of my camera. But really, how else can one explain those fries and soda in my BRAND NEW van? Just 'cause we went through the drive-thru 8 times in 4 days doesn't mean anything. At least not with my perfect children.
Married since 1987. 4 boys ages 15-7 and little girl age 4 (yes they are all mine and have the same father...no we weren't going for the girl). I stay at home to raise them and send the older ones off to public school. We moved from the hustle and bustle of So. California in early Aug 2006 and began our adventure into the unknown countryside called the South here near Nashville, TN. We chose to live in a sweet little area called Leipers Fork (or is it Leiper's with an apostrophe?) which used to be the spot of the county Poorhouse. We're closer to home than we think!
1 comment:
Um CREEPY !
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