As Laurent was stowing his backpack in his cubby at school this morning I notice a large bulge in the back of his pants. A large, box shaped bulge. Since we've had *cough* ISSUES with him sneaking in toys and such before, which the kids aren't allowed to do and for which mum gets the politely-exasperated "we've having the talk about your child ignoring the rules about toys... again" talk I figured he'd tucked a box with toys into his pants not realizing it stuck out about 10" from his scrawny bum and was rather as completely and totally blatantly obvious as if he'd had stuck a billboard with flashing neon lights and a big arrow pointing to his backside.
Good Mummy asked in a Very Reasonable Tone - the one that is slightly more sweet than you feel when you really just want to find a brick wall to bang your head against - "Laurent? What do you have in your pants?"
I am at this point expecting toys stuffed into one of his little carry boxes. I mean, that would be an entirely (relatively...) normal thing to smuggle into class right?
Yeah. Well the normal train doesn't stop at our house.
He grins a very clever little grin at me, eyes laughing and pulls out of his pants half a loaf of frozen bread.
BREAD.
FROZEN. BREAD.
Seriously. Never mind it's bread (and why on earth he's got bread will remain known only to the gods because I got nuttin' out of him!) but FROZEN bread. Down his backside. I am throwing in the towel on trying to make sense of him! LOL
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Friday, September 09, 2011
Sooo....
I may have been a bit slack in blogging what has happened...
A week out from our test date I ended up sick as, well, the proverbial dog. Possibly sicker, considering the dogs were obnoxiously chipper and enjoyed repeatedly shoving slobber-covered toys in my face while I was splodged on the nearest horizontal surface in a puddle of non-coherence. (I love my dogs but I admit my sense of humor wasn't at it's best when I cracked an eye open to discover the taste in my mouth was a combo of slobber-and-carpet-crud-marinated plushie... shoved there in an effort to get it thrown. Ta ever so very girls!) I slept like a narcoleptic, passed out when standing up (hellooooo gravity!), had a lovely visit with my Meniere's as it flared up and food was a Very BAD Idea to see... or smell... or think about... or acknowledge the probable physical existence of. Fantastic for when you're on a to-the-day deadline to train a nice stinky-food based trick right?
The two days before I was quasi-well enough that with about a bottles worth of chest rub stuffed up my nostrils to block out the scent and a medicine cabinet worth of 'better living through chemistry' I was able to get in a few 10 minute sessions in a public space for the first time without hurling. Dogs hey? What boring, normal, positively sane lives we'd lead without them to do wacky crap in the name of training for!
The upside of it all is that Ms. Cleverpants lived up to her name and did the trick despite our lack of proofing. Phew! We found out on the anniversary of her sister's passing she got in. Something to smile about was very welcome on a day that's been drowned in tears and spent in our Rainbow Bridge memory garden painting. Hopie's had her first lesson of foundation and was so excited that the next day anytime I was even remotely near the door she'd dash to the training bag and then the door while bouncing like a loonie so I think she may have enjoyed herself a tiny bit. LOL
And tomorrow we're off for the first flyball comp of the season... whole buckets of yay over getting to be back out doing stuff with my best girlies again!
A week out from our test date I ended up sick as, well, the proverbial dog. Possibly sicker, considering the dogs were obnoxiously chipper and enjoyed repeatedly shoving slobber-covered toys in my face while I was splodged on the nearest horizontal surface in a puddle of non-coherence. (I love my dogs but I admit my sense of humor wasn't at it's best when I cracked an eye open to discover the taste in my mouth was a combo of slobber-and-carpet-crud-marinated plushie... shoved there in an effort to get it thrown. Ta ever so very girls!) I slept like a narcoleptic, passed out when standing up (hellooooo gravity!), had a lovely visit with my Meniere's as it flared up and food was a Very BAD Idea to see... or smell... or think about... or acknowledge the probable physical existence of. Fantastic for when you're on a to-the-day deadline to train a nice stinky-food based trick right?
The two days before I was quasi-well enough that with about a bottles worth of chest rub stuffed up my nostrils to block out the scent and a medicine cabinet worth of 'better living through chemistry' I was able to get in a few 10 minute sessions in a public space for the first time without hurling. Dogs hey? What boring, normal, positively sane lives we'd lead without them to do wacky crap in the name of training for!
The upside of it all is that Ms. Cleverpants lived up to her name and did the trick despite our lack of proofing. Phew! We found out on the anniversary of her sister's passing she got in. Something to smile about was very welcome on a day that's been drowned in tears and spent in our Rainbow Bridge memory garden painting. Hopie's had her first lesson of foundation and was so excited that the next day anytime I was even remotely near the door she'd dash to the training bag and then the door while bouncing like a loonie so I think she may have enjoyed herself a tiny bit. LOL
And tomorrow we're off for the first flyball comp of the season... whole buckets of yay over getting to be back out doing stuff with my best girlies again!
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