Insincerity

I had Fiala on my lap.  I was sitting on the (closed) toilet, washing her face, applying medicine to it, and doing her hair.  I looked across the bathroom floor, and on the other side of the small room were the tell-tale signs of small pieces of ripped cardstock and, sprinkled liberally on the floor, an assortment of colorful elastics used for ponytails.  (We call them “sprouts”, in honor of the teensy girl ponytails which sprout out of the top of my baby daughters’ heads.)

To Fiala, “Hm.  Do you see all those sprouts on the floor, Fi?”

Fiala’s hand flew to her mouth, in shock.  With a high, breathy voice and apparent deep concern, she gasped, and asked, “Happened??

I wonder.

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About Karen Joy

I'm a partially-homeschooling mother of six -- 3 boys ages 19, 17 and 15 years old, and three girls: 11, 8, and 3. I like birding, reading, writing, organic gardening, singing, playing guitar, hiking, the outdoors, and books. I very casually lead a very large group of homeschooling families in the Phoenix area. I have a dear hubby who designs homes for a local home builder and who is the worship pastor of our church. I live in the desert, which I used to hate, but now appreciate.

Posted on August 18, 2010, in Babies, Funny Stuff, The Kids. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Haha…. sometimes it is SO hard not to laugh when they’re bad.

  2. Sometimes the sin nature is so darn cute.

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