Bleh. All this busy-ness caught up with me and I spent much of today in bed from exhaustion and stress and feeling like I should have gotten that flu shot, cost be hanged.
So just the joke and just the blog again today.
Thanks for your patience.
One afternoon a little four-year-old boy tells Mom he has to go to the bathroom and trundles off. He's gone for the longest time. Finally Mom goes to find him.
She finds him in the bathroom, sure enough, door wide open, and he's sitting on the potty with his pants around his ankles, looking at a picture book. As she's watching, he puts the book down, grips the toilet with one hand, and whacks himself in the head with the other hand. About half a minute later he repeats this.
Finally Mom pipes up and asks, "Are you all right? You've been in here for awhile."
"I'm fine, Momma," her son replies. "I just haven't gone potty yet."
"Okay," says Mom, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. But why are you whacking yourself on the side of the head?"
Her son gives an eloquent shrug of his shoulders and says, "Works for ketchup."
[submitted by list member Corinne J.]
WORDS for YOUR WEEK: "In a dark moment I ask, 'How can anyone bring a child into this world?' And the answer rings clear, 'Because there is no other world, and because the child has no other way into it.' " (Robert Brault)