I’ve been having a lazy day today and haven’t made it into my sewing room yet, so instead of an update on a sewing project, I’m going to tell you a story.
Every parent has a funny story or two about their children as they were growing up. Some of us have more than others, but they’re all funny stories that other parents can relate too. Although I have funny stories of all my children and their friends, I seem to have a few more humorous memories of my youngest son, Tramaine, than the others.
I’m the second oldest in my family of nine girls and two boys. Like most children who were the oldest, I was the responsible one, or at least that’s what my parents thought. If the first born is the responsible one, what does that make the youngest one? In our family, Tramaine was the tattle teller. The one I was always asking where his nose was, followed by put your nose on your own face, as he had that look of indignation.
I was at work when I received a telephone call from my oldest son, Randy. I was away from my office but was able to take the call at one of the other desks outside in ‘cube’ land. Randy announced that Tramaine, who was about 6 years old at the time, peed into the cat dish that was outside on the back deck. Of course, he had no idea why his little brother would do such a thing… but, I had my suspicions. Having told Randy to put Tramaine on the phone and here is a brief recall of our conversation, to the best of my recollection:
Mom: “Did you pee in the cat dish?”
Child: “Yes.”
Mom: “Why?”
Child: “I don’t know.”
Mom: “Do you usually pee in the cat dish?”
Child: “No.”
Mom: “Then why did you pee in the cat dish today?”
Child: “I don’t know.”
Mom: (who is getting rather irritated at this point) “What do you mean you don’t know?”
Child: (who you can hear sniffling by now) “I don’t know.” (I was sure I could hear him shrug his shoulders as he responded.)
Mom: “You must know why you peed in the cat dish. Why didn’t you go in the house?”
Child: “I don’t know.”
Mom: “There must be some reason why you peed in the cat dish!”
Child: “The devil made me do it!”
Mom: “The DEVIL made you do it?!”
Child: “Yes.”
Mom: “Go clean out the cat dish. We’ll finish talking about this when I get home.”
Mom has now hung up the telephone only to hear everyone in the office snickering and saying, “The Devil made me do it!” as she walks back to her office and closes the door.
I think parenthood is overrated.
Every parent has a funny story or two about their children as they were growing up. Some of us have more than others, but they’re all funny stories that other parents can relate too. Although I have funny stories of all my children and their friends, I seem to have a few more humorous memories of my youngest son, Tramaine, than the others.
I’m the second oldest in my family of nine girls and two boys. Like most children who were the oldest, I was the responsible one, or at least that’s what my parents thought. If the first born is the responsible one, what does that make the youngest one? In our family, Tramaine was the tattle teller. The one I was always asking where his nose was, followed by put your nose on your own face, as he had that look of indignation.
I was at work when I received a telephone call from my oldest son, Randy. I was away from my office but was able to take the call at one of the other desks outside in ‘cube’ land. Randy announced that Tramaine, who was about 6 years old at the time, peed into the cat dish that was outside on the back deck. Of course, he had no idea why his little brother would do such a thing… but, I had my suspicions. Having told Randy to put Tramaine on the phone and here is a brief recall of our conversation, to the best of my recollection:
Mom: “Did you pee in the cat dish?”
Child: “Yes.”
Mom: “Why?”
Child: “I don’t know.”
Mom: “Do you usually pee in the cat dish?”
Child: “No.”
Mom: “Then why did you pee in the cat dish today?”
Child: “I don’t know.”
Mom: (who is getting rather irritated at this point) “What do you mean you don’t know?”
Child: (who you can hear sniffling by now) “I don’t know.” (I was sure I could hear him shrug his shoulders as he responded.)
Mom: “You must know why you peed in the cat dish. Why didn’t you go in the house?”
Child: “I don’t know.”
Mom: “There must be some reason why you peed in the cat dish!”
Child: “The devil made me do it!”
Mom: “The DEVIL made you do it?!”
Child: “Yes.”
Mom: “Go clean out the cat dish. We’ll finish talking about this when I get home.”
Mom has now hung up the telephone only to hear everyone in the office snickering and saying, “The Devil made me do it!” as she walks back to her office and closes the door.
I think parenthood is overrated.
