Friday, March 12, 2010

It'a a bird, it's a cat- No it's Charlieman...and his crazy mother!

I was running errands this morning and the boys were starting to get restless. As they sat in the stroller, I got a snack ready for them to eat in the car and Charlie started in on his annoying new habit. Instead of talking when he sees something he wants, he lets out this horrendous sounding moan, groan, screech kind of noise.
As I ignored him and continued loading the van an older couple pulled into the parking spot in front of us. They emerged from their vehicle and I saw them exchange a look of horror and begin frantically looking under their car wheels. I instinctively started to look with them, fearful of what I was going to see.
The man says "I don't know, I didn't feel anything, but it sounds like cat!" The woman responds "I don't think so, I think you hit one of those damn birds!" They continued looking around their car.
It was at this point my focus returned to my children and I realized the sound of squealing death was coming from Charlie! I then went into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. This very distraught couple looked at me like I was a lunatic as I responded through tears of laughter " It's my son". My tears and laughter were misinterpreted and they thought they had hit my son. For some reason this made me laugh harder. The wife then heard Charlie's screech again, saw him in the stroller and joined me in uncontrollable laughter. The poor man was so rattled by the situation he just looked at Charlie, shrugged his shoulders, began to walk away and said "I'm sorry ma'am, your son is cute, but he sounds like a dieing cat!".

1 comment:

Aunt Toots said...

Leah as I sit here in my empty nest I read your stories and laugh and cry (and sometimes both). I hated when the kids were sick and "tag teamed" me. One was sick, you get it all cleaned up, then the next one gets sick and so on. Pop always thought our house was making my kids sick get sick and just keep spreading germs around. Just think, Sophia is finishing kindergarten. It goes by so quickly. Lets get those boys some Aunt Tootsie therapy so they at least sound like screaming boys and not dead cats!! Kisses to all especially your oldest son! The 36 year old!