I snuck out of my room.
I snuck into Mom's room.
I got the bassinet and pulled it over to the dresser.
(Sissy wasn't in it.)
I climbed into the bassinet even though two of the wheels had fallen off.
I opened Dad's top drawer.
I took out his bottle of Gold Bond's Medicated Foot Powder.
I had some fun.
Mom caught me.
This is what her bed looked like.
And her floor. You can tell how much fun I was having running all over the place.
Then we had this conversation.
Mom: "Bubba! What are you doing?!"
"You are in trouble BIG TIME!"
Bubba: "Big time?"
Mom: "BIG time."
Pause.
Bubba: "I DON'T WANT BIG TIME! I WANT BABY TIME!"
2 comments:
EJ, You crack me up. I love enjoying your exuberant boyness with out having to clean it up. Between your curiosity and LiLi's comments you two could ROCK the free world.
That's why I don't do telephone surveys :-)
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