Monday, March 26, 2012

A crazy morning out with Mommy

Today my Mommy and I woke up and you know what we wanted to do? Go hikin. Yep, we always want to do that. Well, my mommy does anyway; and usually I pretty much have to go along with what she's doing. Today's hike was fun but we didn't have the camera. You'll have to just read about this adventure without photos.

I got to pick yellow flowers and purple flowers and pink flowers and white flowers. There were lots of yellow flowers. Last night I went on a walk around the block and picked yellow flowers too. Mommy said they are called Dandelions and that people don't mind if I pick them. So today I picked more dandelions plus a bunch of other flowers.

After we picked flowers we picked rocks. I had to throw them into the creek. I wouldn't want the creek bed running out of rocks, you know? Every little boy must be an expert rock picker. I like to fill my pockets with rocks. They make a great racket of noise in the clothes dryer. I bet you didn't know that did you?

Today as we were hiking along--guess what I saw? Three yellow school buses. Right there in the woods almost! Of course I insisted that they were to become our destination. The nice school bus man let me hop up and take a look around. After I was all done checking out the school bus the driver man gave me a piece of gum. Can't beat that kind of service, can ya? I tipped him with an extra special rock.

Well, between all our hikin' and rock throwin' and school bus drivin' and flower pickin' I had to GO if ya catch my drift. I had to go bad. By this time my mommy and I were back on the trail. In the middle of the woods. No bathroom around. You know what that crazy mom of mine did?? She dropped my pants and told me to go on the tree! What?? Um NO!! That was not going to happen. Go potty on a tree?? Good grief what kind of hillbilly family did I get myself born into anyway? I started crying,"No potty tree. Go Home!"  So we started walking home. Then that momma got another crazy notion in her head. She saw this weird building with a door and a hole inside. She dropped my pants again and sat me on that hole and told me to go potty. What is it with my mom dropping my pants in crazy places today??!! This time I pitched a fit, screaming and yelling and the whole nine yards.

Finally my mom wised up. She walked me up to the car and put a diaper on me. Whew! That is how this little boy spells relief. I mean, I may go potty in the chair at home...but this going in the woods stuff? Well, no siree--I am more sophisticated than that.

I think next on my to-do list is talking my mom into buying me a baday. She says that isn't going to happen and next on her list is for me to learn how to go potty in the woods. I say that isn't going to happen!

7 comments:

Belinda said...

Hey Stephen old Pal! I liked your story. You get to go hiking all the time and I never get to go. *sad face* My Nanna won't let me pick flowers. If she let me pick the yellow ones, I'd want to pick all the others too and she says she worked too hard teaching me not to pick the wrong ones to start over now. I don't know what she's talking about.

She does let me pick rocks in her flower beds though, but I have to throw them in the woods or put them back. She doesn't like it when I take them inside. They tend to make marks on the floor and furniture when I beat them down or throw them.

I could tell you a potty story of my own, but I don't think it's an appropriate place for that. Whatever that means, my Nanna just told me to say that.

Your friend,
Winston

Linda said...

I just love your adventures! You are a lot like my little boy, although he is not little anymore. haha He use to stuff his pockets with all sorts of things too, Even dirt! Yucky!! One time he had crayons in his pocket that went through the wash and then the dryer. Let me tell you that crayons in the dryer are a very bad thing. haha All the clothes ended up with a rainbow of colors on them and the dryer walls were all colorful too! Yikes, not fun to clean. So be a nice boy and don't put crayons in your pocket and save your Mommy some cleaning time :)

Patty@Granma's said...

Oh, Stephen, you are so funny! Here is a 'scientific' question for you. "Where do you suppose cowboys go potty when they are out chasing cows? Or astronauts walking on the moon? Or daddy's out hunting in the woods?" Think about it and let me know the answer, okay?-)

QuiltSue said...

Really Stephen, Mummy's do have the weirdest ideas sometimes, don't they? Never mind, I'm sure you'll teach her in the end about where little boys are prepared to go.

Jill Martin said...

I love this bloc post...maybe Daddy and you need to go alone to the woods and try the tree thing again....

Jill Martin said...

I love this bloc post...maybe Daddy and you need to go alone to the woods and try the tree thing again....

Snoodles said...

LOL So glad mommy had something in the car that worked for you! Heehee! Great story, little guy!