I was standing at the sink, contemplating my navel scrubbing crusted weet-bix off a bowl that ‘Mr Nobody’ mysteriously placed in the sink, when 2 soft arms wrapped around my waist.
‘Play with me Mummy’
‘Soon, Boo, I just need to finish these dishes’
He wandered off.
Seconds later, the arms snaked around my waist again. Hugging that little bit tighter.
‘Play with me Mummy’
‘OK. I’m coming’
The dishes can wait.
Into the lounge room. He sits me on the couch and disappears, reappearing with a pillow and a blanket.
‘Sit here’
I oblige.
He puts the pillow behind my head.
‘Put arms like this’
He motions for me to cross my arms across my chest, hands resting on my shoulders.
I do as I am told, wondering what on earth this game is all about.
He picks up the blanket. Folded in two, lays it on my lap as he pushes my head back on the pillow.
Then the blanket is unfolded. The rest over the top of my head.
‘Now you are dead.’
Yeah, thanks.
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*snort*
At least dead people don’t have to do the dishes.
ROFL!
What do you say to that?
(BTW, I found you via Jeanie and will be back
I was waiting for the sweet little punchline. I should have known I was reading your blog, Kelley. This is hilarious.
*giggle* Wish my kids would play that game with me.
Could do with a lie down on the couch. 
What a fun game to play! LOL. It could have been worse – I mean, apparently there’s a game called “Let’s beat the crap outta Katie”. My cousins played that game when I went to England. They were armed with cricket bats and tiny toy trucks which really hurt when thrown at the face.
Soooo glad he didn’t also bury you in the yard.Grave digging plays havoc with the garden beds, although I’ve heard blood and bone is good for roses.
Naomi: good point!!!
A: Not a lot. I am dead.
Stimey: Yes my life is never ’sweet’
Lightening: Bit stifling when it is the blanket he wipes his arse with.
Katie: *snigger* mine used to play ‘fart on Kelley’s head’ and ’scare the shit outta Kelley in the middle of the night with Michael from Halloween’
River: How is it for weeds? Cause that is about all that is flourishing in my garden.
And when Boo wants to play hide ‘n’ seek in that old refrigerator – DONT DO IT.
Gotta love a kid with a morbid imagination.
Lol!!
Happy Mothers Day!
ROFL. At least you got to lie down. That’s gotta be better than dishes…
Blood and bone meal is full of nitrogen. Weeds would love it.
lol loved this post
LOL That was soooo funny
Aww bless, he’s so cute!
lmao!!
You’d best be making a miraculous recovery if he decides to play autopsy!
hehehehehe not as dead as the phantom weetbix bowl despoiler… *vomits* I hate weetbix…
nice that you got a hug first though…
cheers kim xxx
As soon as I read to cross your arms over your chest I knew what was coming…hah! At least he gave you a pillow and blanket…you’re a comfortably warm dead person!
So much better than dishes!
LMAO!
You did use the opportunity to nap, didn’t you?
LOL – sounds like a *fun* game – and yep, glad he didn’t decide to play autopsies.
Anja: But WHHHHYYYYY???? It is freaking hot here and the fridge is so nice and cooooool!
Casdok: And to you too my lovely.
Robin: Good point. But I would have preferred a blanket that had not been previously used as toilet paper…. with visual evidence.
Solomon: Hmmmm I could start a gardening revolution! Au Naturel.
Cathy: What? You want me dead? I better watch my back then……. *snort*
Marilyn: Yes, adorable. Especially when he joins up with those freaking Teletubbies and plot my death.
Bettina: *gaffaw* better hide the knives!
Kim: Yeah me too. Too is on a ‘health kick’ so weet-bix for breakfast. And that is about as far as it went.
Alison: I thought you might. Given my family history of madness, *snigger*.
Jenty: Yes I was AFTERWARDS. At the time I was so shocked I think I might have actually looked dead!
Ree: Shit. Didn’t think of that!
Kelly: Me too!
LMFAO
When he wants to play “embalming mummy’s ” run for the hills!
Oh, that’s gorgeous. A little scary perhaps, but gorgeous.
Bettina says:
“lmao!!
You’d best be making a miraculous recovery if he decides to play autopsy!”
*wonders if Boo would like instructions?*
T’was joking, fair Kelley. *giggles wildly*
Nice game. Go Boo!
Mmm… that’s one heck of a conversation stopper!
Cheers
BC
Now aren’t you looking forward to the day he comes into the house wearing a hockey mask and carrying a chainsaw.
I’m going to try that game with my boss at work…
ROFL, just love it.
Have some bling ka ching for you over at my place.
That is AWESOME.
He IS my son!
LOL – that would call for a cocktail.
Jayne: So I should take embalming fluid off the shopping list then?
Trish: LOL. That is my freaky little man.
Anja: biatch. You would too!
Tracey: Yeah thanks, encourage the kid!
BC: Perhaps I should suggest he plays it with the neighbours kids?
Iceel: *gulp*
VE: starting with wrapping your arms around his waist?
Widdle Shamrock: Will be right over, after I wash the shit and toothpaste off the walls…. sigh.
Fab: I keep tellin’ ya….
Magpie: No time for the cocktail just a couple of bottles of spirits and a straw.
Do you think he wants to be a mortician when he grows up?
Nah Kelley,keep buying the embalming fluid coz it’s got soooo many uses!
Then again, you’ve busted your toe and they shoot horses, don’t they ?
hahahaha my kinda dude.
family pets are next…
pmsl
I did see that coming.
Your boy is a classic.
Just watch out for the stealth ninja’s in the night
A
Goaldeebug: God help me then!
Jayne: Noice. Noice.
Xbox4NappyRash: Better hide the bunny then. Cause if she doesn’t shit out foil coloured eggs on Easter morning Boo will be might pissed.
Angel: Sleeping with my nunchucks!
maybe you need to sneak a few foil eggs into the rabbit hutch the night before easter so he’s not disapointed then?
I wouldn’t be worried about Anja teaching Boo how to play autopsy until she also teaches how to write death certificates………………
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