The Definite Article

Nathan Marie Brundage Dornbrook! You are awesome. I love this as a concept! wonderful. I'm still laughing and I've checked all the other blogs and have come back to post on yours.

Hey, my brother! That's Ingrida on the right and Susy on the left. We'd been at Mela, which is this big Indian festival and we went there to eat Indian food and look for jewelry and clothes. Well, we found shoes for Ingrida (£18) and jewelry for Susy (£10) and then lunch for all three of us (£4 a piece, £12 for all of us).

We only brought £40 so we had spent every last penny.

Susy was like: "We bought something for me and something for Ingrida but we didn't buy anything for Nathan. Now we have to get Nathan something but we don't have any money!"

I saw that sign and said: "Don't worry about it. I can get a free Palestine!"

There sure are a lot of Indians in the picture at the Indian festival. In any case, I see what you were saying about Ingrida when we talked on the phone. You make me laugh. I enjoy the story of your life so much. You should write a book, it would be very humorous!

Yeah, Rachael's double middle names work really well for that type of reprimand, eh?

Great pic, Nae!

You were beaten to this joke by Family Guy.

Okay, so the thought isn't new. It's still funny, especially with the whole story attached.

Humour the best medicine. Very clever, maybe you could help me with advertising! ever get tired of being tangled in the wires?

A little kid peed his pants in my class today. On the rug. Then after P.E. he screamed bloody murder (Imagine when Mendon got his fingers stuck in the garage door). I thought he was injured- turns out some little girl was gonna tell on him for god knows what. After all that, your post made me laugh. Thanks:)

A little kid peeing his pants is always funny, no matter what country you are trying to free.

Unless you are the little kid.

Or the teacher that he blames!

I don't think you can be blamed for freeing Palistine, Rachael.

I remember when one of my children had an accident at school (don't assume it was you -- several of my children had this problem at least once) and the poor teacher called me to apologize. I felt so sorry for her, and didn't hold her at all responsible. If that makes you feel any better, Rae.

Okay, but I still think it was me because I remember Mrs. Wolf apologizing to me because she hadn't explained that we could just use the bathroom without asking (this was kindergarten - so first experience with the classroom setting.

I feel comforted by the fact that the child almost didn't make it that morning and I told him to just go or to tell me it was an emergency next time. Well- he didn't! I had a second little boy wet himself while he was in the bathroom!

p.s. Mara- I heard a rumor that it could have been any of the first three children!

tattletail!

hmmm. Kriste asked if I had wet myself at school, I told her that I didn't think so. I didn't remember wetting myself at school. My memory of having an accident. Really, I have two memories. Once I wet myself like three times in one day (less than pleasant) and another time I wet myself at feast, that was embarrassing.

I have two memories of peeing my pants and a traumatic almost wetting of the pants. My arm was broken and I had to pee and I was running up to the front door. I recall hearing ma tell me that I had better not pee my pants. I had trouble turning the door handle though cause of my arm. I had a tendency to wait until the moment of urgency. I even remember doing the dance while sitting on the sofa watching sesame street adn Mommy telling me to go to the bathroom rather forcefullly because I was reluctant to stop watching.

Somewhere in all these half remembered recollections is a family motto waiting to be born.

I don't know about a motto but "if you pee your pants, don't sing about it" comes to mind!
papa

hmmmm . . . We seem to have a few song birds in our family.

Hey. . . shit happens! Preferably in the toilet- apparently I have students who are having difficulty with/ choosing not too aim.

Yeah, working with kids and old people tends to bring you in close contact with . . . 'reality'.

I am beginning to suspect that those years that we have full control of our secretions is actually quite short.

yeah. In fact we never have control of our secretions because they're linked to our sympathetic nervous system, which has little association with conscious processes. However, and poppa would be proud of me right now, I agree we probably have less control over our excretions than we think and for a shorter period of time.

And why would Poppa be proud of you right now?

Duh, because he's being medical/scientific. Is duh too harsh for online teasing?

Oh, sorry for not getting it. I guess I have gotten so used to it that I didn't even notice.

Its amazing how a conversation can get so out of the subject, I wonder if it ever loops back. :)

What was the topic, anyway? ;-)

One crying young spying young sister for sale.

So, I'm late in the game but home come he gets MY middle names?

Because you have the best middle name combination in the whole family. Except for my mother who had a total of eight names. At that point, I begin to lose track of where the middle is.