Today I thought I'd share a humorous story with you about my little Zekie. He's constantly saying or doing things that make you want to bust a gut and roll on the floor. Here's the story of how he turns normal daily events into memorable morsels of fun:
A few days ago, we needed to go to the grocery store, which around here happens at least once or twice a week. I told the children that we would be leaving for the store in a few minutes and to get ready. They all scurried off to do whatever they needed to before leaving. One thing they always do is go and get a quarter out of their room or from the coin jar that we keep in my room. The quarters they bring are for gum. The children normally partake of the gum ball machine as we enter the door. Why? Well, for one reason, gum keeps their mouths busy. It also makes them feel like they've gotten something so they are less likely to ask for things as we shop. It's a special treat for them.
On this particular day, we arrived at the store and went in. Each child waited their turn to stick a quarter into the machine and retrieve their round, chewy gumball. Zeke and I headed directly behind the gumball machine to get the truck-cart (you know those carts with a truck on one end). That's Zeke's favorite moment as he leaps into the truck to drive us around the store. But today, something was different with Zeke. He wasn't walking very quickly and he seemed a bit uncomfortable. I noticed that his pants were falling down, so I called him to me so that I could adjust them. "Come here, Zeke, your pants are falling down!" That must be it... his pants were too big and he was having a hard time walking in them.
As he comes closer I hear: jingle, jangle, jingle. Apparently, he didn't take one quarter... he took a whole bunch of coins. I didn't think anything about it until I started to pull up his pants. It felt like they weighed two pounds. His pants weren't too big it was just...That's when I realized that he had stuffed his entire pocket FULL of coins. The sheer weight was pulling them down so far you could see half of his underwear! Luckily, I carry a big purse and I happened to have a Ziploc with me. I began to unload his loot... handful after handful after handful. I was laughing pretty hard by this time. And guess what! They were all pennies.
When we got home, I found his piggy bank on the bunk bed; butter knife lying beside it. He'd popped off the back and stuffed his jeans full of jingly jangly pennies- only the pennies- everything else was still there. What a kid!
