Now that my own kids are getting older, I don’t have as many funny kid stories as I used to. Thankfully, I have relatives with little ones to share their stories with me (and you!). This one comes from my cousin, Kim. I’m squirming just reading it!
“If you think there’s no karma for kids, I can assure there is. I’m the mom of a six year old girl and twin four year old boys. I know you’re feeling some empathy for me right now, but no worries. There is a higher power. Case in point, yesterday’s hair cut experience. Yesterday was the first day of summer break and we started bright and early. We are still working on the concept of sleeping in. All of the children needed to have their hair cut, so we arrived at our local Fantastic Sam’s just after it opened. These poor women had no idea what chaos was about to happen.
As I stated before, the kids haven’t perfected the art of sleeping in. They were up late the night before and now are somewhat sleep deprived. This makes for fun times. No one is very agreeable with anything I say. “Please sit here or here.” Neither of these options is suitable. UGH! I spend the majority of our 45 minute visit giving people the “here or here” choice. I’m annoyed. The people working there have to be annoyed. The man waiting for his son’s cut to be finished is eyeballing me like he wants me to discipline my children. To be fair, it was just one child in particular. He’s the child who tries my patience and is often enough to make a nun swear.
I have finally had enough of his antics. I pick him up and hold him in my arms. His arms and legs are flailing. He’s tantruming. I’m praying for grace and patience with this child. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a spider drops on his head! This spider has enough meat that he feels it hit his head. I’m terrified of spiders, so I put the devil’s child on the floor and brush the spider away. The spider lands on the floor beside him. It just sits there defiantly…looking at him. There’s no fear in the spider’s million eyes. The child stares back. It’s a stare down. Who will blink first? The mean streak in me tells him that the spider dropped on his head because he was acting so horribly and it wasn’t running off because he had to stay and watch over him. Satan’s spawn considers this and immediately quiets and asks to be picked up. He never made another sound the entire time we were at the establishment and the spider never moved until we left.
Coincidence? I don’t think so. ;)”
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