Sunday, February 18, 2007

Family Gems

I was sitting in church last Sunday when I noticed that Noah still had breakfast on his face: a nice milk moustache, maybe cream of wheat, but only on one side. For a split-second, I actually thought about giving him a spit bath, and then remembered a dinner-time conversation I had several years ago in the George Q. Cannon Center. I am not sure, but I think it was quite possibly the same day Wilson Phillips sang about Turning the Truck Around. It was probably one of those excludingly offensive "inside jokes."

The conversation went something* like this:

Boss: Remember those spit baths we used to get?
Peanut: Eww Yeah. Did you ever get those?
Taffy: I hated those.
Boss: When I have kids, I am not going to do that, no matter how dirty they are.
(Boss takes a drink of chocolate milk)
Taffy: Me neither.
Peanut: I will try to remember to take wipes with me.
Mark: (Casually) If my kids get dirty, I'm going to spank 'em.
Boss tries desparately to contain both her laughter and her milk.

(*Details of this conversation may have been modified or ignored for legitimate storytelling purposes, or maybe thery have just been forgotten.)

I guess Noah was really lucky last Sunday, because Shana had wipes with her. (I was also really lucky cause I used the wipes to clean my clothes after holding one of the twins.) Actually, I have yet to spank any of the boys for being dirty, but it sure is fun to say: If my kids get dirty, I'm going to spank 'em.

What are some of your family gems? Share your short stories of family folklore and oral tradition. (Feel free to tale it here in the comments, or link from here to your own post.)

posted by Mark  # 6:30 PM

Comments:
I was actually going to include this in a post, but can't seem to access my own site right now (Blogger problems!)

During the sacrament today, I was trying to help Buddy be a bit mmore reverent than he was wont to be at that point, and leaned over to whisper to him, "Why don't you watch the boys passing the sacrament? You're going to be one of those boys passing the sacrament one day!" Buddy turned to look at me and said amazed, "There's poison in the sacrament!?" And of course he wasn't using a reverent whisper and I'm afraid my giggle wasn't very reverent either.

But at least we weren't screaming like the little girl across the aisle! (it was a "challenging" day for many at church today!)

# posted by Blogger B : 12:29 AM

 

Unfortunately for the boys, I haven't refrained from giving them spit baths. If I recall, Noah has received several just recently as we have approached the school's main entrance. But at least I haven't spanked them for being dirty. . . yet.

# posted by Blogger Shana : 8:32 AM

 

My mother had issues with dish cloths. Mainly with too many dish cloths being used at once and no one laundering them and putting clean ones back in the dish cloth drawer in the kitchen. She was giving us a real tongue-lashing about it one evening that went something like this:

"I can tell you exactly how many towels are in this drawer right now. None! {opens drawer and looks inside--slams drawer closed} One!"

Needless to say, the weight of her lecture was somewhat diminished at that point... but it is the one lecture that I think we all still remember.

# posted by Blogger Christine : 9:01 AM

 

So I'm honest!! If I had it to do over, I'd still be honest...stupid, but honest.
Grandma Stout

# posted by Blogger eCarolee : 7:03 PM

 

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