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Just-for-Boys Trip

"The camera battery is charged, I just put in a memory card, and the air mattress pump can be unplugged and packed. Do you have sunscreen?"

"Yes."

"How many pairs of underwear did Jake pack?  Does he have enough shirts and shorts?"

"He's fine."

"I have two of his favorite pair in the dryer.  Did you get the life jacket out of the boat?

"It's on the table."

"Right."

Silence.

"Children's Tylenol!  He gets headaches, you know."

"I packed Ibuprofen.  If he gets a headache, he can take one."

"No!  He needs Tylenol!"  I start digging through the medicine cabinet. "Here's some chewable children's Tylenol.  Take it.  Take it!  NOW!"

"Dad, you better take it.  Mom's getting that crazy look.  Really, just take it."

"Jake, do you have a sweatshirt?  Where's your toothbrush?  Stop looking at me like that.  I'm not going to cry.  I just have a sneeze tickling my nose.  And allergies."

"Then what's wrong with your lip?  It's quivering."

"It's a new tic.  If you kiss it, it will stop."

"No way." 

It was worth a try.

Comments

  1. AmyOctober 18, 2010 at 7:47 AM

    You mean not everyone kicks their hubby and son(s) out the door with an "aren't you gone yet"? What a good mom you are!

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  2. CountessLaurieOctober 18, 2010 at 8:49 AM

    I'm with Amy... you are a much more loving mom than me. I would have packed their clothes and said sayanarah, sweeties!

    And then, I would have googled how to spell sayanarah... cuz that clearly ain't it.

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  3. Derek WhiteOctober 18, 2010 at 11:13 AM

    Haha! Great slice life! Great feel. Loved it.

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  4. M-CatOctober 18, 2010 at 12:02 PM

    Aren't you the sweetest thing to your boys? I would have had them packed and bags on the front porch before they knew what hit them!

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