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Not my boys who got into a silly argument this morning after Itty Bit planted a few kisses on his mama.
Mr. Daddy wouldn’t have bellowed, “Hey, get away from my woman!”
My brave little guy wouldn’t have shot right back, “MY MOMMY!”
I was not thoroughly enjoying having two handsome guys fighting over me.
I did not have a rough week with this whole wrist thing. Not me who was thoroughly peeved that the nurse pulled the stitches out wrong – creating more pain and literally pulling all kinds of yucky stuff INTO my wrist. Umm yeah, you can't get it out unless you cut it open again :(
When I asked to speak to the surgeon… it did not go so badly that my poor mother was probably afraid I’d go ballistic on the guy.
I did not stare at him incredulously as he started talking about “emotional stress can affect your perceptions” blah blah blah.
Not me who dropped it and left thoroughly disgruntled and vented at my mother the whole ride home.
And worst… not me who thinks there is a good chance the surgery was not successful – cuz I would knock myself out before having to deal with their staff again.
Those of you who have been bloggy friends for awhile now, know that Itty Bit has a somewhat unusual name. We were not totally shocked taking him in for a haircut, to realize that out of four boys in the kiddie salon, THREE of them had the same unusual name.
At that same haircut, it was not me who stepped in three times to offer “suggestions” on the process. This would not have been because I was noticing stuff like this:
Yeah, see that spot behind his ear? Or rather, those four spots? And the trim along his neck?
Not me who spiked his hair with blue in an effort to detract from the oopsies.
I was not slightly mortified to see Itty Bit walk up and introduce himself to a friendly inebriated fellow at the grocery story.
While teaching Itty Bit how to properly eat a cherry, Mr. Daddy did not instruct the little guy to spit the seed out in Mommy’s hand. It was not both of us who stared in shock at the kiddo as he blew a raspberry at me and we realized he was gonna “poop a pit” (in Mr. Daddy’s words).
One day later, it was not moi who was foiled again after giving Itty Bit his first stick of gum. Yup, gonna be blowing bubbles out the wrong end.
You know what? I just noticed that it honestly was NOT ME who was responsible for most of the week’s goofiness. So it’s not me who’s heading for some chocolate ice cream to celebrate :)
So… go check out what everyone else didn’t do this week!
Hey y’all – come back tomorrow for this week’s True Story Tuesday – where we link to stories that actually happened… ya know, in real life. Join in – we’d love to hear the unedited version of a Not Me episode!