Bubby's Home!

Ahh, tonight my little brudder Adam came home from college for Easter. It's good to have him home again. At least, until he starts irritating us to death...

We all went over to Mansfield for a concert this evening. About halfway through he informs us that his stomach is shrinking as he speaks...meaning, he wants us to buy him food. So after the concert we stop at Applebee's to prevent him from dying from starvation before our very eyes. And...Yeah, the rest of us decide we can eat too...


As we eat we chat about past life...when he was young and cute and prone to say the worst possible thing you could think of before you had any chance of even thinking about stopping him. One of the best came out of his little lips when he was probably about 4 or so. We had gone out to Country Buffet to eat one night. At the end of the meal we were doing the usual bathroom break routine. Mom and I took Adam with us. Bad idea.

While Mom was....well, you know....I was washing my hands and Adam was standing by the door. Suddenly some older ladies pushed the door to come in, so Adam very politely grabs hold of it and holds it open for them. With a sweeping motion of his arm he bids them enter, proclaiming a hearty "Welcome Ladies, come on in!" As they ooh and ah over how cute he is and I'm standing there thinking "why is he being so polite all of a sudden??" he goes on to complete his welcoming announcement with another proclamation made at the top of his little lungs....."My Mom's on the Pot!!"

Ah yes.....You gotta love little kids...

(And if you've read Shelley's blog tonight (link below) - how odd that we're all touching on the same general subject. I guess we all need help!)