This is how I caught him. No clothes. Underwear on backwards. Lighter tucked in the side of his drawers. Dancing. Spinning. Singing. Laughing.
Singing what? "My gonna start a fire. My gonna start a fire." Loudly. And with great excitement. As if it was his favorite song. "My gonna start a fire. My gonna start a fire."
Oh, sweet Lord. Add my name to the prayer chain. Send me a life supply of root touch up to cover my grey hair. Nerve medication, please. This one is going to give me an ulcer. Or a heart attack. And he is only three. I shutter when I think about him at twelve. And I hyperventilate when a vision of him as a sixteen year old crosses my mind. Lord, help me.
1 comment:
This brings back a bad memory of the day that Jody and Joseph caught my yard on fire. The fire went under the truck and right next to the house. There is nothing like a nice quiet afternoon and then look out the window and see the entire yard ablaze!!
Love you Jack!
G-MA
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