My mom has a little journal full of funny one-liners us kids used to say when we were little. Kids really do say/do the darndest things! I keep meaning to put together something like that because there are definitely one-liners to be had around here!
I'll share the latest and greatest. We had some friends over for dinner a few weeks ago. After eating, my friend and I were talking on the couch when out of nowhere (nowhere!), Liam, who is sitting right next to my friend, says, "I'm going to lick my feet!" And then proceeds to start licking. I couldn't have flown to his end of the couch quick enough to stop him. Pretty embarrassing. After I got him to stop doing that, my friend and I continued chatting, but even though we tried to change the topic, she couldn't stop smiling/laughing about it. "Sorry," she said, "that was just really funny." Yes, yes it was. Funny and horrible.
On a more horrible note, Liam gave us a pretty good scare about a week ago.
Last Tuesday evening I was busy packing up pillows and blankets into our van for a movie night I was going to have with some of the Young Women at church. I probably made three trips to and from the car to load up my stuff, and then I wished my family a quick goodbye and was off to pick up a girl in our neighborhood to take her to the activity. We chatted the whole way there, and then unloaded the pillows and blankets and went into the church.
After about 15 or so minutes into the activity, Brother Thorley came up to me, holding a sippy cup, and very non-chalantly says to me, almost under his breath, "Missing child #2?"
Huh? I didn't understand. Maybe he was looking for the child missing the sippy cup. Maybe he was talking about a kid having a #2 accident. Before I could ask he was gone.
About five or ten minutes later he comes back in the room holding a boy wrapped up in a very familiar blanket, with very familiar brown legs dangling. When he turns him around, it's Liam wearing nothing but his swimming suit. No shoes, no shirt. Just Liam, swim trunks, and a sheepish face.
What in the world? How did he get here? What? I was so confused. Turns out he hid in the van and decided to lay low and just hang out in there. (By the way, it was pretty warm out that day.)
And Poor Will was searching frantically for him back home. Calling everyone he knew, looking all over the neighborhood. Isabella was actually the one that thought he might have hid in the car, so Will called me, but I don't have reception at the church, and so he called Joe who was on his way to the church and asked him to see if Liam was with me. Joe didn't want to freak me out, so he casually asked if I was missing child #2, and when he didn't see Liam with me, he called Will back and said so. Will told him to check the van, and sure enough, Liam was in there, still laying low.
Crazy I tell you! I'm just glad he was okay, and despite the fact that he got to watch a movie and eat popcorn and licorice with us girls, he did get multiple lectures about how that was NOT OKAY, so hopefully nothing of the sort will ever happen again. We shall see.
