Saturday, September 18, 2010

Another Minor Gabe-isode

I'm so glad that Gabe is my third child.

(If he had been my first child, there would have been no second or third child following.)

The other day I was out shopping, and Handyman was home with the kids.
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Handyman: "I can't find Gabe. Did you take him with you?"

Me: "No. You know I didn't take him with me, because you put him down for a nap yourself."

Handyman: "Well, I can't find him anywhere. You have to come home and help me find him."

Me: (Dead silence.)

Handyman, in increasing tones of panic: "Seriously, I've looked everywhere! I've looked under the beds, in the other kids' beds, I can't find . . . .

. . . oh, I just found him."

Me: "Where?"
Handyman: "He's in Miss Boo's baby doll bed."

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Yes, that's my Gabe. He's my third (and last) child.

4 comments:

Renee said...

Oh my! That is too funny! Hoping my third doesn't give me the same fun! :) I think maybe Wade is my terror child... one can only pray!

Ellen said...

WOW. That's just crazy. Poor thing looks so uncomfortable! Laughed about the GPS comment on fbook --- but maybe that's not such a bad idea? ;) One of those ankle bracelets, maybe? ;)

Seriously though, ... praying for you!!

TuttleTime said...

Wow...the stories you have to scrapbook about. He certainly gives you alot to blog about! Just glad he stayed inside this time. :)

Sereknitty said...

Hilarious! How can that position possibly be comfortable??