Some of these tales will be memories and some will be told to me, about me. These were told to me.
The Flaming Bed:
I was somewhere around the age of one.I was playing in my brother's room on his bed and he (Beau) was playing on the floor. My Dad and my oldest brother, David, were in the living room. David smells smoke and looks over and sees smoke coming out from underneath Beau's door. They rush in to find me screaming in the middle of a flaming bed and Beau on the floor just watching it burn. I don't remember if they told me whether he had a lighter or matches he was trying out.
Potty Terror:
I was around 3 years old when the infamous potty terror incident happened. I was getting to the point where I would go to the bathroom to potty by myself. One day I did just that, but I accidentally fell in. No big deal right? I could just pull myself back out right? Well, I unintentionally flushed the toilet in my efforts to climb out. Dad hears my blood curdling scream come from the bathroom. He comes in to see what was wrong and sees me tushy down in the water, a look of utmost terror on my face, screaming bloody murder. I just knew I was going to be sucked down the toilet. Dad could only stand there and laugh. My Mom comes in because she too heard me screaming. She yells at Dad to help me out and he replies "I can't. She looks so funny!!" Thanks Dad. Love you too. :-)
No comments:
Post a Comment