Grandma (my mother)
Not too long ago Jim and Bennett were having a bath (together) while I was preparing dinner for us and my parents who were coming over. They arrived just after the bath started and of course the first words out of my mother’s mouth were, “Where’s Bennett?” Briefly, here is the rest of the conversation:
Me: Jim and Bennett are having a bath.
Mikey: (this is what I call my mother – it’s a long story) Well, would Jim mind if I went in and had a little peek?
Me: Yes, he would mind so stay out of there.
Two minutes later
Mikey: Please, can’t I go in there and have a little peek?
Me: NO! I told you, they’re having a bath.
Mikey: Come on, surely he won’t be mad if I just go in for a second to have a little peek.
Me: I said NO Mikey! Jim’s in the tub naked with Bennett. Do you think he wants his mother-in-law in there! Leave them alone!
Mikey: Oh…I didn’t realize they were in there together. Sorry – I’ll stay out.
So, I bet you’re wondering where the funny part is. Well, Jim’s response when he heard the story was disappointment that Mikey kept asking to take just a “little” peek!
Mummu (Jim’s mother)
We are very lucky in that this is one woman who never shies away from a poopy diaper. Tonight after dinner she kindly offered to change one. When she brought Bennett out in his clean pajamas she quickly handed him over to Poppa who immediately commented that something still smelled. So, Mummu, Poppa and Jim started an inspection to determine the source of the offensive odour. Meanwhile, while sitting on Poppa’s lap, Bennett suddenly took an interest in his Magna Doodle. How wonderful – maybe he would finally start to scribble we all thought. Well, sure enough he did start to scribble – however, he didn’t use the stylus – he used his fingers – which quickly revealed the source of the lingering smell!
Ha – do you think our occupational therapist will include that on her chart?