Four boys. Oh, the things that can mean to a mother that was raised with only 2 other sisters. Boys, for whatever reason, seem to have a natural inclination to things we girls don’t think are pretty, lovely, nice. Things that tend to be on the, shall we put it mildly(?), nasty side.
Haven’t had a bath in a week – “What’s the sweat, mom? I don’t care.”
Sleeping on sheets for a month or two – “Who cares mom?”
Know what I mean, mom’s?
Boys Actually Become Civilized (well, not completely)
Now things are some better now that they are older. They do get more baths. Thank goodness! Hey they actually do grow up and decide that baths aren’t the enemy.
On the other hand, things could be better. They’re basically men so you’re not going to control their every little move. So, if they want to do something like eat raw liver after they kill their animal in the field – what are you going to do about it? Besides gag, of course!
Well my dear, delightful, mature, oldest son had heard that eating the tongue of an animal tasted good. Now, I don’t know who would tell him things like that, except maybe for his friends back in Ohio.
So after Wesley shot his nice buck, (go check the beauty out right here), the tongue was removed and placed in our spare, spare refrigerator, along with all the meat that was needing to be butchered. After a few days, the deer was duly cut up and packaged. But then the tongue came up missing. Great! A tongue on the loose!
Seth figured his dad had thrown it away. Go, Sweetheart!!! xoxo
Alas, no, it was not the case.
Just try and make a guess of who was so lucky as to find the tongue that was on the loose?
You guessed me? Now why would you think that?
Of course you are absolutely correct. It had to be the one of us who is the most squeamish. Murphy’s law, you know.
I am downstairs, looking through our spare refrigerator (not the spare, spare refrigerator) but the spare refrigerator. Confused yet?
Well, I am down there looking inside the refrigerator and I see what looks like a dried up banana in my butter box (is that what it’s called) I don’t know. Annnyways, I’m like “What is that? I don’t remember bananas being in here.”
Ahem! Clean Your Refrigerator Occasionally
Take a lesson here ladies, “Clean your refrigerator more than I obviously do.”
“Hmmm, let me see what it is.”
I open the butter box… pick up the “dried banana” to (remember the title of this post? b.e.w.a.r.e.!) look it over more carefully.
This is the missing deer tongue!
Eeeooowww! Double Aggghhh!
Did I mention I squealed?
Four boys… oh, how is a mother supposed to survive??
I Have a Question for You
Do you eat the tongue? Should I really not worry about the influence Seth’s Ohio friends are having on him? Tell me in the comments below.
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