Hugs of the non-horrifying variety ensued.
In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."
(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Little Home of Horrors
Today at the conclusion of our morning devotion Evan got up to leave the table. As he passed by his father's chair, my husband reached out his arms for his younger son. Evan, anticipating some paternal tickling (or other such torment), tried to avoid his father's grasp, but fathers' grasps being what they are, was unsuccessful. After a few seconds of wrangling Evan submitted and my husband said, "Evan, I just want to hug you. You don't try to get away from Mommy--why do you try to get away from me?" To which Evan replied, "Oh. I thought you were going to do a more horrifying application."
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Hi, I know you don't know me, but I've been enjoying your blog for awhile. (I don't even remember how I found it!) But I just had to say that this happens at our house with regularity! :)
Hi Lorna! Nice to meet you! And thanks for reading!
How could any young boy's life be complete without the horrifying application of tickles from Dad?
We regularly have horrifying applications of tickles to the youngest member of our household. He just bursts into giggles from said applications.
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