On errands one Saturday morning I took the kids to the city dump. I needed to throw away an old mattress, but when they asked me why we came I jokingly answered I had come to dump them off. I knew that 6 year old and 8 year old kids don't really understand sarcasm, but they seemed more amused than worried as they loudly protested, laughing.
I kept the joke up reading the names of the bins: "Furniture," "E-waste," "Wood." I asked the kids to help me find the one that said: "Children" on it and they giggled and yelled, "No!"
Suddenly I heard them gasp and tense silence filled the car.
**Today I'm contributing to my friend Christy's One Fun Mom site for "Overheard: How They Make Us Laugh." Please click here to read the rest of this short post and leave me a note to say you did. I love hearing from y'all!**
2 comments:
I left a note there, but because I'm compulsive, I am giggling over here too. That was a cute story. I'm thinking your husband could weave it into a hundred sermons if he wanted to, too.
Gabby,
i left a comment over there.
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