Every Christmas season we as a family celebrate the 12 days before Christmas with a little gift and a scripture or story to read. Last night as we gathered together all the children were sitting quietly and reverently listening to the story and waiting for the gift to be opened.
While we were sitting there a little squeak could be heard. My ears perked up and my first thought was, 'that sounded like a mouse.' Then the squeak happened again. This time it was not followed by screaming or me jumping on a chair in fear of an uninvited 4 legged visitor. It was followed by uncontrollable laughter.
The mouse squeak was coming the ever entertaining Dawson. It turns out he tooted. And his toot literally sounded like a mouse. To top off the whole fiasco he makes the comment, "my toot sounded like a mouse. How did a mouse get in my crack?"
All control was lost and it took quite awhile to regain composure and to bring the focus back to the true meaning of why we were gathered together.
2 comments:
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So funny, sounds like something that would happen in our house!
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