I’ve heard people say that some of the naughty things their children did were so cute, and that they couldn’t stay mad.  I personally do not ever remember my parents laughing at the bad things I did, although, I think I heard a bit of insane laughter during a spanking, but I don’t have any proof.  I have to admit that, on several occasions, I did actually find myself laughing at my children.  What follows is one such occasion that surfaced one day and I wrote it down, because, as you can see, I enjoy retelling stories…

When my kids were small, I ran a little business to help earn an income for our family, and I often found myself juggling clients and children.  I had my office in the back of the house and would leave the door open so that I could keep an ear on the children.  I would usually try to do clients when two of my three little ones were down for naps. This would allow me to listen for only one child, while working, instead of three.  During one of my appointments, I was definitely off my game!  This allowed my middle child the opportunity to sneak out of bed, unnoticed.

My little Babybug got up from her nap early and was toddling around the house quite happily.  She was only about two and a half at the time.  Earlier that morning, I had made a pan of brownies and left them on the stove top to cool.  Everything seemed to be going very well in my office, considering I was oblivious to the jailbreak in full swing.  It was not long, however, that it became apparent to me that something was not right.  I could not put my finger on it, though, seeing as how it was so peacefully quiet.  The only sound I heard was the soft chatter on the television in the living room.  FYI, my oldest child, who was about five at the time, was currently sitting on the couch watching cartoons, oblivious to everything around her! 

As I voiced my concern to my client, we both simultaneously guessed that a toddler was afoot.  We got up and headed down the hallway toward the front of the house, calling out for the little fugitive.  No answer!  As I hurried around the corner into the kitchen, I was stunned to find my toddler sitting on the stove, in nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper!

My toddler had climbed up her own high-chair, crossed the entire counter, and came to rest on top of the stove.  There she proceeded to eat the entire center out of the brownie pan!  I gasped, in shock, at the depth of treachery occurring before my very eyes!  At the sound of my gasp, the little brownie bandit turned to look directly at me, held out a gooey, chocolaty little hand saying, “Some, Mommie? Some?? If you have not guessed yet, I laughed an aweful lot with my children. They were very funny, alot, most every day, and that is why I wrote it all down. It keeps me laughing, even today…