Smokin'

I'm too busy. Plain and simple, I have too much going on. If you look at my blog, you would think nothing is going on. So I am going to take the few small moments that I have and I am going to record even the little things. They might be big things, but I am going to just record them, even if I don't have time to elaborate. Please pardon the smallness of the posts. We are surviving here. And yes, swim team has begun yet again, adding a whole new element to my load. My choice, but so much work.

Here is for today's post:

Nathan, my cute, spunky, adorable, feisty, imaginative little boy, was running in front of me the other day as we were headed to school to pick up the kiddos. We are still walking everyday to get them and it is such a wonderful thing because my boys, and girls, use their energy outside. Not inside destroying the place, but OUTSIDE. And as hot as it is and as much work as it is to walk the 1.5 miles twice a day to get my children, it brings peace to my home because of the energy well spent.

Back to my Nathan running ahead of the stroller as I try to keep up. He starts shaking his bum with a little wiggle as he runs. Such a cute little wiggle. Then he announces to me, "I'm smokin!"

huh?

Nathan: "Mom, my bum is smokin! There is smoke in my pants!" He said it with a super hero kind of voice. Maybe a little southern twang.

Not sure what he meant, but the wiggle sure looked cute and the comment even better. Then he came and hopped in the stroller for a break and asked me if I knew what the smoke in his pants was. I didn't reply because he wasn't really looking for one. And then he told me exactly what that smoke in his pants was.

Yep. Gas.

I just closed my eyes and shook my head. Only would Nathan come up with something like that.