Things went a-fowl ;o)

Little man and I were upstairs, he was being attended by my digital nanny, lounging across the my bed and watching Pooh Bear. I was taking the opportunity to bathe my stinky self, at way too late of an hour to be considered morning or socially acceptable ;o) All of a sudden, I had a two-legged visitor race in holding his brother's beloved angry bird. You know where this is going, right?....well, I did. My mind screamed, "Oh NO!" while the negotiations started pouring from my mouth. Little squirt smiled at me with his devilish grin. I'm sure in his imaginative vision, I had already sprouted a piggie snout and was looking green (although the green perhaps didn't take too much imagination). His launch lever pulled back, aimed, and I heard a, "heehooooooooo," as a plush, red angry bird went soaring towards the wall, ricocheted, and headed straight for the wet zone. I reach out a way-too-shampoo covered hand just in time to save the disgruntled winglet from plunging to it's saturated doom, only then to discover that I had thoroughly coated the thing in soap suds :o( I quickly finish up, tell E NOT to say a word to big bro, and began attempting to wash away the evidence. The darn thing is now soaked and there I stand, in the bathroom, hair dryer blowing, when I hear baby bird tauntingly hollering over the landing...."J, J!!! I wet your Angry Bird!!!"...Oy veh...no!....I hear J's panicked voice moving towards me while a choked cry calls, "MOM, MOM! Did E pee on my bed!!!!" M, in my best smile-while-you-speak Friendly waitress voice: "No J! Everything is fine, don't worry." J: "But MOM, E said my angry bird is wet!?" M hair dryer still in hand, still trying to dry the evidence, "Oh honey, it's fine!" J: "But mom...." Sigh....simply busted....

Thank goodness his red tweet re-fluffed to perfection, smells rather fresh too ;o)

"Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139: 7-10