Day 324 -- "What the...?"
Colby and I have lots of "What the...?" moments in our house.
When I hear Colby say it from another room, I usually brace myself for what it means, because it's usually something wild and that requires a significant amount of clean up.
It could mean that AJ has stuffed an entire roll of toilet paper (including the cardboard portion) into the toilet while we weren't looking.
Or it might be that someone has taken every single book off of the bookshelf in our yellow room (that's well over 200 books, by the way).
Perhaps Dharia has every pair of underwear that I own strung around her head like a necklace.
Or maybe someone has drawn a mural in crayon on the stairwell wall.
These are all true examples, by the way.
But, tonight, Colby's "What the...?" was not just a cry of incredulity and horror. It had a bit of a sweet side too.
One of our little girls had found the cell phone he had misplaced and had packaged it with a coaster into a plastic baggie. Then, she put the plastic baggie behind the curtain on our window ledge in the dining room (a completely logical place to her, no doubt).
Colby had been stressed all day about not knowing where his phone was. When I called it, the call went straight to voicemail, so the strategy of straining our ears to hear where the phone was while it rang wasn't an option this time. As I was busy with some other things, he set about looking high and low for the phone when I heard the "What the...?" from the other room. When he walked in to where I was, he had the biggest grin on his face:
Thank God for "What the...?"
Lord, thank you for all of the funny little moments we experience because of our kids. Help us to understand that even though they can be a pain right now, they won't last forever, and we should cherish the quirkiness of their behaviors. Thank you that Colby was able to find his phone tonight, and that a "What the...?" moment had a happy ending. In your name I pray, Amen.
When I hear Colby say it from another room, I usually brace myself for what it means, because it's usually something wild and that requires a significant amount of clean up.
It could mean that AJ has stuffed an entire roll of toilet paper (including the cardboard portion) into the toilet while we weren't looking.
Or it might be that someone has taken every single book off of the bookshelf in our yellow room (that's well over 200 books, by the way).
Perhaps Dharia has every pair of underwear that I own strung around her head like a necklace.
Or maybe someone has drawn a mural in crayon on the stairwell wall.
These are all true examples, by the way.
But, tonight, Colby's "What the...?" was not just a cry of incredulity and horror. It had a bit of a sweet side too.
One of our little girls had found the cell phone he had misplaced and had packaged it with a coaster into a plastic baggie. Then, she put the plastic baggie behind the curtain on our window ledge in the dining room (a completely logical place to her, no doubt).
Colby had been stressed all day about not knowing where his phone was. When I called it, the call went straight to voicemail, so the strategy of straining our ears to hear where the phone was while it rang wasn't an option this time. As I was busy with some other things, he set about looking high and low for the phone when I heard the "What the...?" from the other room. When he walked in to where I was, he had the biggest grin on his face:
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| Colby's missing phone: packaged with a coaster...in a plastic baggie...on the windowsill...behind the curtain...in the dining room. |
Lord, thank you for all of the funny little moments we experience because of our kids. Help us to understand that even though they can be a pain right now, they won't last forever, and we should cherish the quirkiness of their behaviors. Thank you that Colby was able to find his phone tonight, and that a "What the...?" moment had a happy ending. In your name I pray, Amen.
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