Happens at your house too, I bet. You know those words that spill out of your mouth; words that you never thought you’d say.
I’m learning this boy-life as I go, and I can’t say that I understand yet, what exactly makes them tick. The one thing that I have learned for sure is that — I have a lot yet to learn.
The things that come out of my mouth these days surprise, even, me. Especially me.
Don’t lick your toes.
Don’t pee on your brother.
Don’t eat the cat’s food.
Where are your underpants?
Don’t chase the ice cream truck.
What is this, and why is it on my table?
Don’t step on your brother’s head.
Do you have a death wish?
Yes, that is a beautiful rock, sweetie.
Spaghetti for breakfast?
What would possess you to drink vinegar?
No, there’s never a dull moment in my home. Being the only female in a house full of menfolk makes for one very eventful life. One crazy, chaotic, beautiful, blessed life.
(Originally published as the winning article in the “Real Moms, Real Jesus” contest held by Hearts at Home in 2009.)