Stevie was about three years old and had one of those nasty childhood bugs. The
doctor had me flip flopping Tylenol and Motrin every three hours to try and
keep the fever under control. Now unlike my other children who take those
medications and fall asleep...this is Stevie after all...they sent him into
warp speed. Jon was out of town and I was on day two of no sleep. If the
monkey doesn't sleep the Momma can't sleep :-) It is around midnight and I
have my brother Marshall on the phone. He was being extremely patient with
me attempting to help me work through my first virus/trojan on my computer.
Stevie came out of his bedroom for the umpteenth time and informed me that
he thought he might puke. Marshall laughs. I get my large plastic mixing
bowl out of the cupboard and put Stevie back into bed. If you get sick,
please do it in the bowl Hunny. Back on the phone with Marshall now. I am
trying to pay attention to what he is telling me to do, and trying to ignore
the thumping, bumping and giggling coming from the bedroom. Pretty soon I hear
a plaintive "Mooommmy" heading in my direction. I look up and there is
Stevie coming down the hall. Naked, all stooped over...and with my mixing
bowl glued over his backside. Marshall is dying laughing now. I have no idea
why the child took all his clothes off, and then decided to sit in the salad
bowl. What I do know is, that sweaty fever ridden monster was exactly the
right size to get STUCK in that bowl. Super Mom to the rescue. Tragedy is
averted and Stevie is again in bed. Marshall can breath again, but is busy
telling Scott what is going on at my house. Then not five minuets later
here comes Stevie again. Undressed again. Holding my salad bowl in front of
himself. Marshall is holding his breath on the phone, waiting to see what
shenanigans will happen next. Stevie peeks up at me and lifts the bowl away
and says, "Mommy...what's my weasel doing?" For those of you not in the
know...weasel is what we called his "you know what". I am ready to cry. This
night will never end. I look at him and say, "Sweetie, it's exercising. Now
please leave it alone and go back to bed". Marshall and Scott are having
absolute fits now. EXERCISING?! How in the world did you come up with that?
LOL. It has been a running family joke ever since