Monday, January 25, 2010

There's always something

George is STILL sick with bronchitis or something. He had a fever of 103 this morning at 1:00 a.m. Poor baby. I get to take him into the doctor again this morning. Hopefully, we can get him all fixed up.

In other news, Luke made the story of the weekend (maybe the story of the whole month).

Saturday night, we put all the kids to bed directly at 8:00 p.m. because we had been graced with their hyper craziness at our house all day long because it rained all day long. This isn't usually an issue because we tend to keep pretty busy. But, with George sick, and the rainy day, we just sat around the house and tried to entertain ourselves. It got so bad that we actually did jigsaw puzzles. Pretty desperate.

Anyhow, once we got the two older kids in bed, Chuck and I focused on preping George for an uncomfortable night of coughing, fast breathing, and a low fever. I sent Chuck up to George's room to fill up the humidifier while I administered George's last doses of medicine for the evening and let him get a little more juice in his little body. As Chuck was passing by the kid's bathroom on his way to fill the humidifier, Chuck saw Luke examining the potty. He glanced up at Chuck and said, "Hi Dad! I was just going poop." He pointed toward the toilet. Chuck sighed (remember we'd been holed up with these kids all day long and although we love them, they just had worn us out), "That's fine Luke. Wipe your bottom, flush the toilet, wash your hands, and go to bed." One would think that we wouldn't have to continue to remind our almost-six-year-old of each step, but apparently we do. When Chuck passed by after filling the humidifier, Luke was still standing there in all his glory with his pants down. He smiled up at Chuck. Chuck impatiently said, "Luke, get your pants up, wash your hands and get to bed!" Luke, "But Dad, look!" Chuck, "What?" Luke smiled and was half laughing as he said, "Look Dad, I'm a chicken!" Chuck looked at him in confusion, "What?" Luke began to slowly rotate (remember his pants were around his ankles), and as his little tiny boy butt came into view, Luke pointed at his rear end where a rather large tuft of toiletpaper was wedged and sticking out from between his butt cheeks. "See? I'm a chicken!" And he waived his "tail feathers" about just slightly as he laughed. Chuck had to hold in the laughter and sternly said, "Luke. That's enough. Now get to bed." Then, Chuck raced downstairs and recited this story to me after prefacing it with, "That is something I never thought I'd ever hear my kid say." We've been laughing about it all weekend.
I truly wish I had a picture of it, but let's face it, it's already cruel enough that I am posting the story on the internet for the world to read. We certainly don't need a picture to go with it.

4 comments:

Jess said...

Gotta love boys!

Joan said...

I don't know that I could have kept from laughing right then and there!

lisawitt said...

hahaha, that is a good one!! I would not have been able to hold in the laughter for sure!

The Potters said...

That's so funny! Where do kids learn this stuff?! And poor George. Hope he gets better very very soon.