This will be my last post for a while regarding family matters around here. I don’t want too much Hallmark sentimentality to besmirch my reputation as a clear-eyed realist with nerves of steel and sharp fingernails. But this little story really touched my heart.
Today is a snow day in Chicago, at least as far as this household is concerned, so the tension of packing up and getting out of the house is gone. Liesel is still reading in bed even now, trying to make the most of “the very first snow day I’ve ever had, and maybe ever will have.” It looks like we might have seven or eight inches by the time it’s over.
Liam was busy getting dressed in his room a few minutes ago, jamming to the songs on “Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy,” as crucial a step in his development as reading Plato and Dickens. I knocked (must respect privacy with a pre-teen!) and stuck my head in to see if he needed some prodding to get out and shovel. To my relief, he was dressed and ready to take on the job. As I retreated, I noticed something written on the inside of his bedroom door.
ABSOLUTELY
NO GIRLS ALLOWED
IN THIS ROOM !!!!!!!!!!!
This was underlined seven or eight times, and took up about three square feet of area. An understandable sentiment, one reciprocated by his sister six feet down the hall. It was cute, but I couldn’t quite make out what the message was written in. It looked like mucilage, or thick craft paint the color of amber.
I asked Liam what it was made of. He smiled, very proudly, but didn’t say anything.
I asked him again. Still smiling, he told me.
“Dried loogies.”
Put that in your scrapbook and step on it.
That is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard and I live in a co-ed dorm! Tell Leisel not to worry about never having a snow day again we had one on Wensday – in college! And just like her I made the most of it by reading in my bed all day. It was great!
Wow. Little Liam, already living out the lyrics to “Let’s Make the Water Turn Black.” A true rock and roller…
Ick. Just Ick.
Last night my six-year old son was supposed to be getting his jammies on, he walked out of his room, naked, and said, “I’m sorry to tell you mommy but I pee’d in my garbage can. Aren’t you glad I told you!”
Like I should say thank you for not just letting it sit there.
Don’t be a ball-buster, Mommy.