Kids....gotta love 'em.
My son, after drinking soda, has the most horrendous burps you've ever heard. And can't seem to control them....at all. He let one of these monsters rip, while we were visiting at a friends house. Of course, being the responsible mother that I am , I promptly said "What do you say?" And he promplty responded "Man! That was loud!"
Or there was the time that we were going to a witness gathering and stopped to pick up an older sister that needed a ride. As we were getting out of the car and I was carrying my salad bowl in, my son blurts out "That's the bowl I throw up in!" I was mortified.
And there was the time out in service when he was about 3 or 4 when he said a cuss word in front of everyone. He wasn't in school yet so I couldn't blame it on that.
I could go on and on as to the amount of times that my children have made me want to crawl under a rock. Bless their little hearts.
Shimmer
A sobering thought: what if, right at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?------------Jane Wagner