Joey had a nightmare last night and wanted to hear a funny story to think about when it happened again. I figured it was best for him to hear one about himself. So I thought long and hard of all my Joey stories and found one I knew he would like.
When he was three he did not like to be dressed. In fact, more often than not he would be running around the house with nothing else on but what God gave him. Usually, we would tackle him down, dress him up, and then send him on his way only to find the bugger naked again a few minutes later. He was in the middle of potty training so we had to be careful and not wrap his pants in duct tape so he wouldn't pull them off..
One day, while at my parents house for Sunday dinner, Joey went to play outside with his cousins and siblings. And me being the best, most observant mother I am, was visiting inside when one of the kids came in and told me Joey was naked and up the ladder.
I rushed outside to find, in fact, my naked son had climbed up the tallest ladder. I went up after him and slowly helped him down. (My dad had been adjusting one of his antennae's on the roof the day before) I dressed him, spanked his little butt and told him no more and then went inside.
Yeah, that did the trick...not!
Five minutes later that same child came and told me he was doing it again! This time he was higher! I was out the door and saw my little man higher up the ladder, his little butt cheeks working on their summer tan....again.
I went up after him and repeated everything, except I was smarter and put the ladder down and took Joey inside with me. He was done for the day outside.
As I told this story to Joey he smiled, of course. Maybe even turned a little red, but I reminded him that this little boy was not afraid of that ladder at all. And if that was not scary for a small child then he could get through the night. He did, but now he keeps reminding me of that time when he was on the ladder naked..... it's going to be a long summer!
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