Yes, much different than the last title, I know. (Those of you who know Middle Boy will actually get an extra laugh out of that...)
At what point in my relationship with Middle Boy did I become the play toy? Now that he is bigger than I am, I am all sorts of funny when being lifted and moved around or tossed into the swimming pool. You might say that it's all paybacks from when he was little, but I would beg to differ. HIS FATHER is the one who should be getting payback from that nonsense...not The Momma.
Today as I was putting groceries into the pantry, Middle Boy comes up behind me and says "Uh-oh, time to put Mom in the pantry!" and literally puts me in and shuts the door...my face against the Chef Boyardee and canned peas.
This is not a walk-in pantry.
This is a regular pantry, 5 shelves or whatever, bi-fold door, with just enough room for Momma and her big butt to get shut in it.
I couldn't argue or fight back because I was laughing too much at the ridiculousness of it...Oldest Boy walks by and says "Is she really in there?"...like I can't hear him talking....
Monday, May 17, 2010
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First time visiting your blog. Love how you refer to them as middle boy and oldest boy, LOL. I can just picture your story here. Too funny.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dalia. I actually have Oldest Boy, Middle Boy, Little Boy and Baby Boy. ;)
ReplyDeleteI'll come by and visit you today. Have a great Tuesday!
~MrsFuda
Stopping by from SITS Gals :0) Great post and very funny - My brother is soon going to be doing things like that to my poor Mom - I can't wait to share those stories too!
ReplyDeleteJust tell her to eat her Wheaties...maybe she'll stand a chance. ;) Thank you for stopping by!
ReplyDelete~MrsFuda