As I was tied to the kitchen sink washing excess dishes this morning, JJ was running amok around the rest of the house. Suddenly I realized he'd been quiet for a minute longer than usual. Elbow deep in a soapy crock pot, I called, "JJ, what are you doing?"
"I stuck, Mom!" came back at me in a very calm little voice.
Rolling my eyes, because this could mean anything from, he can't figure out how to get out from under a dining room chair, to he accidentally closed the baby gate, locking himself in the family room, I asked, "Where are you?"
"Here!"
I knew that.
The End
13 years ago
4 comments:
Where was he, do you mean he had crawled in the dishwasher?
Where else would he be but "Here?" I mean really mom!
Kat, I need a bigger dishwasher so that I will not have to spend my time hand-washing all of the big crap that won't fit in the one I have now. ;)
As for where he was... I don't know. By the time I was finished washing and drying my hands so I could go look for him, he was standing right behind me - the little joker.
Funny story!
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