I'm with Villette, I'm stupid in love with my babies. Hubby and I were out grocery shopping and got a call that Mr. Big was missing. The kids had left the door open and he was gone. They searched the house and he wasn't here. We race home, $1200 worth of love missing! The adult kids are out searching the neighborhood and calling, he won't answer them, wouldn't answer them. I come into the house to check for myself. Lightly scan over everything cause I've got kids yelling "We've already looked there, and there and there!" So I go out looking and calling him, "Mr. Big, come to mama! Where's mama's baby boy? Come here you little black devil!" I'm walking and hubby's walking and two adult sons are driving. He's little, how far could he have gone? He weighs about 3# anyone could have snapped him up and I'd never find him. I'm terribly out of shape and about 100# overweight, so I'm huffing and puffing up hills and down. I went down the road and up the next and start on the road behind our property and hear someone yelling "Mom, I've got him." Course I can't believe my ears, "WHAT?" "I've got Mr. Big." So I go huffing and puffing back the way I came. When I see the little sh**, I yell "Put him down, let him come to me!" I couldn't figure out why he wouldn't come so I was calling him. Once he saw me he came in a flash. He had been sleeping under my son's bunkbed! He wasn't outside at all! All I wanted to do was hold him and cry. I wanted to squeeze him soooo tight, but he's so small there's not anything to squeeze. He didn't know what all the fuss was about and he didn't know why mom was getting him all wet.
I use their brushes and use mine on them. I just hide the fact that I use theirs. Sylvia |