Wednesday, February 6, 2008


Son4 came through the back door yesterday afternoon with this pronouncement: "Mom, I forgot that I had an egg in my coat."

Egg in his coat. Egg in his coat. Egg in his coat? I'd visually scoured his person from my vantage point, deliberately avoiding the area of his sad little face, not wanting to be impelled to deliver a hug to someone reporting "egg in his coat." I didn't see any odd bulges, so I drew closer to the youngster to discover why he was extending one hand toward me.


I looked him over right thoroughly then -- all up close and personal -- and was still mystified. "Well, Son4, what do you mean you had an egg in your coat? Where?"

"In my pocket."

"Ohhhh. Let me see."


O worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness: fear before him, all the earth.
Psalm 96:6


zoomer1 said...

Could've been worse. At least he didn't have his cell phone in the same pocket, like someone we know. :)

~CarolineNot said...

Mmm-hmm. We know her, and her wasn't I. *snort*

Janie said...

OOOOOOHHHHH....kind of messy!!!! Not the most fun thing to clean up! Just found your blog and am poking around!