The other day I was happily reading my book when I got a call from the bathroom. Now it is not unusual for me to get a shout out from the bathroom.
I seem to be the favorite when it comes to bathroom rescues. I guess I am the best at retrieving TP, smashing bugs, cleaning up various surfaces (some cuter then others), and just plain conversationalist when things become long and boring.
But this call was a little different, it was a desperate cry and the mama came running.
"Whats wrong?"
"My ear is making a funny sound."
"Like a ringing sound?"
"Yes."
"Ears just do that when they are practicing listening." Sometimes Moms make-up stuff. It is our prerogative.
The short legs start swinging on the toilet again. "Oh, I thought I was dying."
And I thought my life was stressful!
