So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died. Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long this mat in our bathroom. Well, we have 3 kids at the time of this story. They were 4 years old, 3 years old, and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves chap stick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chap stick and then losing it. One day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my chap stick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to, but he needed to put it right bck in the drawer when he was done. Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical ruch around and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood. We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was applying my chap stick very carefully to Jack's...rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped." And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind. And the only question to really ask at the point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth. And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will always be the day when you realize they've been using your chap stick on the cat's butt.
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16 years ago