Cole's Punch Line... timed perfectly

DISCLAIMER: this blog is slightly digusting but fully funny, read at your own risk.....


I was worried that Cole might possibly have pinworms. (For the rare few that don't know-these are small hair-thin worms that thrive within the dark realm of a humans behind-enough said). The only way to confirm this (and how we know they are thin little white worms) is to creep with stealth-like moves into the the region of our home termed "Cole's Room" in the deepest dark of night, armed with our own two hands and a trusty flashlight. Now, the before mentioned worms hide out all day and wait for the night's darkness before emerging to dance wildly like the pagans under the moon and then finish be laying eggs. So, at four o'clock in the morning, Trent and I sneak into Cole's Room. Imagine my delight at finding my child curled up on his side with his knees tucked into his chest-the best possible position for worm-seeking. Unfortunately, Trent touched Cole's ankles, which lead to him straightening and rolling onto his stomach,-a not ideal position for seeking as the buttocks of before mentioned child are completely closed... Now, anyone who knows me knows my hands are cold - always. Cold hands and boys buttocks don't mix. The result being the clenching of buttocks by child...now our worm-seeking is in peril....but just in case worms are stupid and immune to buttock clenching, Trent moves in for the buttock spread. No worms. Now, this is not the ideal way to spend the night time hours, but part of the duty of a parent. (Now, I have to jump ahead and tell you, Trent and I managed to escape, without waking Cole, before we burst a seam at what happened next, and may I add, I've never enjoyed four o'clock in the morning more.....just wait, you'll see what I mean....) After Cole's pajamas were back in place, he rolled over to his stomach, mumbled a little and still completely asleep says, "Whatcha lookin' at, Buddy Boy?"


The End (pun intended)!!!!!