Sometimes Life is Just Funny!

So...several things have made me laugh lately. One, I am 40 something and absolutely am incapable of using a round brush. I called my baby sister, and 3 others, in a panic because I had foolishly rolled the brush up in my lovely locks like a smooth curling iron only to realize that it would stubbornly refuse to release its grip after not being properly respected for what it was!! I started panicking like I was under attack, which indeed I was! The more I tried to get that beastly away from my scalp the harder it gripped my every little hair strand!! As I said, I called my little sis to find out how to disenlodge the creature from my scalp and besides laughing at me all she could suggest was conditioner. I lathered my locks, tugged, pulled mercilessly, got advice from the internet via Jodi to ice my fingers - really?? Needless to say, the brush was victor. I had to cut it out free from the front of my head and then do a comb-over to hide the new layers I'd added to my doo! Lovely.

To follow that little event of capture by an object, my cute little four year old somehow got his leg trapped by the seat belt which wrapped around his leg then tightened a latched, refusing to release. No matter what I did to loosen the belt, all it did was get tighter. I tried to find a release through the trunk, trick it into thinking it was time to release, twist my son's foot out - only to secure his trapped appendage even more. Prayer, sweat, frustration, thought of more scissor usage, cancel that thought because of cost of replacing the errant belt, finally turning boy upside down, twisting foot, praying and SUCCESS! Phew! No scissors!

The third thing that made me laugh was a little potty episode. Yousef, my 4-year old called me into the bathroom the other day quite urgently. "Mom! Mom! Bring me a tomato quick!" He hollors at me from the throne. I can't imagine why a tomato is so urgently needed so I ask him why he needs a tomato. "Mom hurray and get me a tomato - my poo is just not coming out! I need to get some vegetables in me!" So, smuggly smiling to myself at just how effect my teaching on the importance on vegetables in our diet has been,I bring him back 3 carrots. A few minutes later he beckons me back to the bathroom and says, "Mom I ate a carrot and it got those little guys working and they pushed the poop right on out!" (Children's book about the body showed little guys pushing food through the digestive track) So next time you're feeling a bit irregular....