minty freshness: a friday funny
Last weekend, we drove to a cabin on a piece of lakeside property to spend a weekend with Seth’s closest college friends – the Fab Four. The four were apparently good at multiplying. After all 19 of us (+ 2 in the oven) rolled in, fell in love all over again, wondered at all the different personalities of the gorgeous children, and stayed up super late rehashing the glory days, we made our camp beds on near concrete mattresses and fell hard to sleep.
At 4:00 AM, Isaac came into my room, shoved me around, and said, “Mama, Jude is not in his bed.”
Sure enough, he wasn’t in his bed, under his bed, or in another bed. He wasn’t in a closet, in the kitchen, or in the den.
I practically became insane in a split second.
“Oh Jesus, where is my baby?! LORD! Help me!” I must have been waving my arms in the air.
I ran outside into the biggest sky I’ve seen in years, and I yelled to that ancient sprawling oak tree, “Jude! Jude! Oh, Jesus!”
I ran inside to Seth’s opening and slamming doors and realize we haven’t yet been upstairs. I make 16 stairs in about 3 steps, and there at the top, to the left, sillouheted in the bathroom doorway was Jude, wide awake with a nasty smile.
In one hand was Jennifer’s toothbrush and in the other hand was toothpaste, squeezed from the middle, dripping with green, minty slobber. His hands, arms, and face were smeared with it. “Brush my teeth, Mama!”
I praised God and then quit all that charismatic franting. I washed him and then tucked him into my bed so he wouldn’t end up in the oak tree. My heart pounded for at least thirty minutes, and the entire time, as I tried to keep him quiet for the other bunkers, he would say, repeatedly, “Mama, spicy. Ouch, Mama, toothpaste hot. Spicy, Mama, hot toothpaste.”
I promise that I even had fresh breath when I got up that morning.
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