Comic Relief...
...by a just-turned 3-year-old.
Last week on our Awana “date night”:
Mid-dinner, B#5 stands on the booth bench, arches his back, thrusts his bottom out…
...and then starts shaking it side-to-side, along with some shoulder shrugs, to the Latin beat accompanying our meal.
It was hilarious, but as it seemed of poor restaurant etiquette and because he has a highly sophisticated mother, he was told to sit down.
Mid-dinner, B#5 stands on the booth bench, arches his back, thrusts his bottom out…
...and then starts shaking it side-to-side, along with some shoulder shrugs, to the Latin beat accompanying our meal.
It was hilarious, but as it seemed of poor restaurant etiquette and because he has a highly sophisticated mother, he was told to sit down.
From the backseat of the car, the sweet sing-song of B#5 is overheard:
“Mary , did you know? That your baby boy would one day walk on water?..."
"Mary, did you know? That your baby boy would one day walk on a trash can?
*hee,hee*snort,snort*hee,hee*”
“Mary , did you know? That your baby boy would one day walk on water?..."
"Mary, did you know? That your baby boy would one day walk on a trash can?
*hee,hee*snort,snort*hee,hee*”
After pulling into a parking lot, B#4 spots an old pickup with a field-fencing “cage” around the bed.
“Is that a catnapper? Moma, mom. Maaaaaahhhhm. Is that a catnapper? Oh, wait, I forgot. I thought it was a catnapper, but now I see the shovel.” (She has evidently mistaken it for an animal control vehicle.)
B#5 clears the confusion:
“I think it is a monkey.” The man opens the door and gets out of his truck. “Yep, it’s a monkey.”
“Is that a catnapper? Moma, mom. Maaaaaahhhhm. Is that a catnapper? Oh, wait, I forgot. I thought it was a catnapper, but now I see the shovel.” (She has evidently mistaken it for an animal control vehicle.)
B#5 clears the confusion:
“I think it is a monkey.” The man opens the door and gets out of his truck. “Yep, it’s a monkey.”
Yesterday morning, B#3 is undressing to get into the shower with his little brother who is waiting in the tub.
Gasps of excitement from B#5:
“Bellybuttons! Two bellybuttons!”
Pointing to his own, “One bellybutton!”
Pointing to his brother’s, “And two bellybuttons! Two bellybuttons in the bathroom!”
The VeggieTales’ Bellybutton song mysteriously begins to fill the bathroom… or at least fill my head. (Heard it? It’s a hoot.)
Shaking his head, “Moma’s got no bellybutton. Only me and [B#3].”
Bellybutton is apparently code for… well, for something other than bellybutton. If you, ahem, know what I mean.
Gasps of excitement from B#5:
“Bellybuttons! Two bellybuttons!”
Pointing to his own, “One bellybutton!”
Pointing to his brother’s, “And two bellybuttons! Two bellybuttons in the bathroom!”
The VeggieTales’ Bellybutton song mysteriously begins to fill the bathroom… or at least fill my head. (Heard it? It’s a hoot.)
Shaking his head, “Moma’s got no bellybutton. Only me and [B#3].”
Bellybutton is apparently code for… well, for something other than bellybutton. If you, ahem, know what I mean.
by LaughterThoughts | 12:12 PM
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