Admit it, you have one. We all have them. Even if you don't have kids. If you DO have kids, you have a houseful of the stupid dust-catchers.
Stuffed animals. We have so many in our house that if we pulled all the stuffing out of each one, we could open up our own 'Build-a-Bear' franchise. Trust me, I wouldn't mind ripping the stuffing out of each one. Could be therapeutic.
And we have so many that I can't keep track of all their names.
"Pick up Sugar Fluffkins, and put him in your toy box."
"Mommy, that one's not Sugar Fluffkins! That one is PuffaNutter Cutie-Poot!"
Oh, and just a word of warning: be careful what you let your kids name their stuffed animals. Oh, yes... 'Honey' is always a winner, and 'Lulu-belle' is pretty inoffensive, but some names that seem harmless may just come back to bite you in the @$$.
A few years back, we had to take Davis to the ER because he was turning blue, and needed a breathing treatment. Oh, the joy of driving to the emergency room at just under 100 miles an hour because your son's lips and fingers have a strange greyish cast to them.
The hospital staff was wonderful, administered oxygen, and then gave him a nebulizer treatment. And of course, tried to make him feel better by giving him the one thing that kids with allergies really should not have... a stuffed animal. The irony.
Anyway, it was a little stuffed horse, with legs that could velcro around your arm so you could carry him around, and still have your hands free for other things. Like picking your nose or simultaneously hitting your two sisters.
Davis quickly discovered that he could make the horse clap his hooves together, like he was cheering at a sporting event. You know... like a game of H.O.R.S.E. (ba-da-bum!) Despite our many suggestions for a name for his new friend, he insisted on calling him "Clap".
Now I can't really say that I recommend the name "Clap" for a stuffed animal because someday you'll be sitting in Taco Bell with your kids, innocently eating your chicken taco, and your son will say loudly enough for the entire restaurant to hear...
"Mommy, remember that time I got "Clap"?"
8 comments:
Hilarious!
Do you have any witty-isms on the life sucking hassle that is broken food?
Why do children go nuts if it breaks?
UMMMM...What is broken food?
That cracked me up! The best part is, it doesn't take ANY imagination to see Davis doing that.
Love ya,
Anonymouse
You know... Mom, can you open this? Mom accidentally breaks the pop tart, popcicle, candy bar, whatev...
Kid freaks! Um, you can still eat it, and as MY mom said when I was growing up.. it still makes a turd.
Which, incidentally, is what we call leftovers in my house, but we say the letters. What's for dinner? Em a tees. Ah... I digress, and it's not my blog. lol
Surely one of your kids spazzes at broken food, no?
Haha! Too funny, Anonymous #1... and yes, my kids, too have the 'food freak-out' whenever something breaks. Or God forbid, their hotdog bun falls apart while they are eating it. Spazz city.
Good idea for a blog post... keep checking back ;)
Oh noes! The hot dog bun is the holy grail of food breakage.
ba-da-bum!
Excellent ending.
Just as funny as Josie noticing the flag on the wall of the restaurant and saying as loud as she could at 12 monthsish, her word for flag!!!!
I'm so lucky. We have a few stuffed animals, but Evan's not remotely interested, so we rarely get them.
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