Post by tusti on May 9, 2007 17:54:04 GMT -5
Why My Lips Stayed Chapped on Mother's Day
We had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who
just recently died.
Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him
around and sit on him
and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and
nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.
Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they
were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli.
Eli really loves chapstick. LOVES it.
He kept asking to use my chapstick and then losing it.
So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my
chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to, but he needed to
put it right back in the drawer when he was done.
Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical
rush around and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and
carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am
trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up.
Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful
day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally have the older one and and the baby loaded
in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I
finally round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was
applying my chapstick very carefully to Jack's . . . rear end.
Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped."
Now if you have a cat, you know that
he is right -- their little bottoms do look pretty chapped. And, frankly,
Jack didn't seem to mind.
And the only question to really ask at that point was
whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or
the hundredth.
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever
because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these
glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've
been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.
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We had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who
just recently died.
Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him
around and sit on him
and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and
nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.
Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they
were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli.
Eli really loves chapstick. LOVES it.
He kept asking to use my chapstick and then losing it.
So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my
chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to, but he needed to
put it right back in the drawer when he was done.
Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical
rush around and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and
carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am
trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up.
Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful
day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally have the older one and and the baby loaded
in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I
finally round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was
applying my chapstick very carefully to Jack's . . . rear end.
Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped."
Now if you have a cat, you know that
he is right -- their little bottoms do look pretty chapped. And, frankly,
Jack didn't seem to mind.
And the only question to really ask at that point was
whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or
the hundredth.
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever
because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these
glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've
been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.
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