Day 28: Little Dude

Sister Meagan requested a picture of the youngsters last Friday.  I remembered when we were in the car en route to church.

We made our usual stop at the dump, because we could not be any cooler, so I seized the moment and snapped a photo.

And now we must ask ourselves:

What is up with Little Dude and his face?

Little Dude.

Let us discuss him, shall we?

You might recall that Little Dude is the reason we got the pigs in the first place.  He loves them with all his heart.

We don’t know why.

Knowing my boy is apt to go and sit with the chickens and the rabbits, I had a little convo with David when we got the pigs.  I was worried about Little Dude getting into the pig pen and

A) Getting trampled

B)  Letting pigs loose

or

C) Getting trampled.

Therefore, David nailed a board across the pig gate so no little Lumberjacklings could enter of their own free will.

So, you might imagine my surprise when I looked out the window the other day and saw Little Dude running through the pig pen.

In flip flops.

Because everyone knows that flip flops are the ideal footwear choice when trudging through pig manure.  Obviously.

I open the window and shout.  We are country folk, afterall.

Me:  Dude!  Get OUT of there!

LD:  But, MOOOOM!

Me:  NO!  OUT!

LD:  But they have my ball!  My ball!  MY BALL!

Me:  You get out of there this instant, young man!

LD:  But, Mo–

Me:  OUT!

The boy went to go climb the gate again.

Me:  You come inside right now, Mister!  You are in big trouble.

Yes.  My kids get in trouble for sneaking into pig pens.  Don’t yours?

A few moments later, I hear the doorbell ring.  This is a classic Little Dude trick, and he never tires of it.

I open the door and he is standing there with his poopy flip flops, a grin on his face, and freshly picked flowers in his hands.

Me:  Where did you get those flowers?

LD:  Handsome Dude showed me.  He said I better bring you some.

Stand down, readers!  I did not succumb to the power of the flowers!  The boy must be dealt with.  I put the flowers aside and, well, dealt with him.

After he was, you know, dealt with, he looked at me all grumpy-like and said,

“Put your flowers in water, Mom!”

So, we put the flowers in water, changed the boy into more appropriate shoes, and he went back out to play non-pig related activities.

Blessings:

I have a very hilarious boy who keeps me on my toes.  He has a big love for animals and is now currently trying to talk us into ducks and cows.

Pray for me.