Oh my!

SOOO... have you ever had one of those moments where you just have to ask yourself

WHAT  WAS  I  THINKING???

I had lots of them as a kid.  I once wound up a toy car and WATCHED in the mirror as it ran circles in my hair, granting me the ONLY buzz cut in a 4 year old girl in my neighborhood.  I got my head stuck between the bars of a pen at Rutter's Dairy Farm on my first ever field trip, making googly eyes at a baby cow.  I tried to run and straddle/jump a half buried 18 wheeler tire on the school playground, not thinking that the jean skirt I was wearing wouldn't allow my legs to go far enough apart to clear the tire, thereby dumping me quite unceremoniously onto the dirt.... BUT enough about me...  It's about genetics.  Traits that are handed down to us from our parents, whether we want them or not. Apples and trees.  You get the picture right?

Well, when we finished eating dinner this evening, I thought the kiddo's might enjoy a little popsicle snack to commemorate the passing of the first day of Summer and it's accompanying 111 degree day.  This is how it ended....

Marshall turned around, looking at me with a nervously sheepish smile on his face.  I thought HE thought he was busted for having too much popsicle in his mouth at once.  I just smiled back at him.  He did it again.  I smiled back again.  The 3rd time, he added a twang of panic to his face.  That motherly instinct (ok, personal experience) made me ask him if he was ok.  

He was not.  He pointed to his mouth, started talking incoherently and drooling.

Yup.  That's my boy.  With a popsicle stick stuck sideways in his mouth. 

It was extricated without incident and just so you don't think I'm a completely blog-happy awful Mother, I gently helped him get it out.  Then promptly made him put it back in so I could snap a picture and capture it for all times sake.

Apples and Trees.

Apples and Trees.

;)