Kid update
I’ve been told to never preach a sermon with my child as an illustration without getting said child’s permission. Fortunately, this isn’t a sermon, so I’m OK!
Last night, Christy got out the collapsible baby bath from the closet. We are going to clean it and give it to our neighbors, who are expecting their firstborn sometime this Summer. She sat it on the kitchen table and went back into the kids’ room to do some cleaning. Aiden and I were in the storage room doing some rearranging. Then…
CRASH!
I ran into the kitchen to find Alyson on her hands and knees under the table, screaming bloody murder. Her hair was covered in Cool Whip.
Apparently, she decided she was a baby and needed a bath. She climbed onto the table and tried to sit herself in the tub. She lost her balance and hit the plate of half-eaten strawberry shortcake that was left over from dinner. She landed on her elbow on the kitchen floor, with Cool Whip in her hair and on her hands. She was not a happy camper.
Ten minutes later, she was up and running around without a care in the world.
Earlier yesterday, Aiden went into the bathroom and closed the door. Christy figured he had gone in there to do some stinky business. After a few minutes, she heard ripping coming from the bathroom. She went in there and found him ripping open band-aids, with blood all over the bath rugs.
Aiden didn’t go into the bathroom to do his “business.” He went in there to hide the fact that he was biting his toes! We’ve been trying to break him of this habit, and had obviously done a terrific job up to this point because he bit one of his toes so much that it bled!
Maybe we need to rub habanero peppers on his feet. That will stop his toe cravings.
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1. I don’t remember ever being asked before I appeared in a sermon illustration. I am not scarred, and was rarely even embarassed. Of course, I was the kind of kid who would usually do far more to embarrass myself than anyone else would… but I think that the important thing is not to tell stories that put your kids in a bad light.
2. Maybe you should get an Elizabethan collar for Aiden.