Saturday, August 14, 2010
I coughed too hard to sleep a wink last night, but I couldn't resist giving the Saturday Centus a whirl. I think you know the drill by now...a guest prompt from Cheryl this week and 100 words from me to tell a small tale. The prompt is in red.
A child's whisper always carries, and the hiccupping sobs added volume.
“Mommy yelled real loud at me in her mad voice."
Josh answered as reassuringly as a six-year-old comforter could. “It’s okay, Izzy. Mom’s not mad; there's a baby in her tummy. Remember? It makes her kinda grouchy.”
“Does her belly hurt?” The voice rose higher, a note of worry added.
“It probably does,” her brother said, seizing upon the explanation with obvious relief. “That baby is huge.”
“Then why’d she eat it?”
Reverting to form, my 6-year-old apologist/lover of bathroom humor giggled. “So she could poop it out, dummy!”
I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry...
I know...not in the best of taste, but the punch line is a true story.
(What can I say? I'm sleep-deprived!)
And kinda punchy!!