desertrat
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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 on the mat in our bathroom.
We have three kids, and 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 loved Chapstick. LOVED it. He kept asking to use my Chapstick
and then would lose it. Finally one day I showed him where in the
bathroom I keep my Chapstick and explained he could use it whenever
he wanted to, but he needed to put it right back in the drawer after
he finished.
That year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and
try to get ready for church with everyone crying and carrying on. My
two boys were fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I was trying
to nurse my little one at the same time I was putting on my make-up.
Everything was a mess, and everyone had long forgotten that this was
a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally had the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I was
looking for Eli. I searched everywhere and I finally went into the
bathroom. There was Eli. He was applying my Chapstick very carefully
to Jack's ... rear end.
Eli looked right into my eyes and said, "Chapped." Now if you have a
cat, you know that he is right -- their little bottoms do look pretty
chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind. The only question to
ask at that 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 that day when you realize they've
been using your Chapstick on the cat's butt.
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 on the mat in our bathroom.
We have three kids, and 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 loved Chapstick. LOVED it. He kept asking to use my Chapstick
and then would lose it. Finally one day I showed him where in the
bathroom I keep my Chapstick and explained he could use it whenever
he wanted to, but he needed to put it right back in the drawer after
he finished.
That year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and
try to get ready for church with everyone crying and carrying on. My
two boys were fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I was trying
to nurse my little one at the same time I was putting on my make-up.
Everything was a mess, and everyone had long forgotten that this was
a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally had the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I was
looking for Eli. I searched everywhere and I finally went into the
bathroom. There was Eli. He was applying my Chapstick very carefully
to Jack's ... rear end.
Eli looked right into my eyes and said, "Chapped." Now if you have a
cat, you know that he is right -- their little bottoms do look pretty
chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind. The only question to
ask at that 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 that day when you realize they've
been using your Chapstick on the cat's butt.
