My husband has, forever, broken into song at the drop of a hat. He has the most amazing memory for lyrics that you have ever seen. He can come up with a song for any occasion. And he does. All the time.
Caleb is his father's son.
This morning, he came in and asked in his sweetest voice, "Mom, would you do me a huge favor?"
I asked, "Does it involve an ironing board?" Mom's just know these things, don't we?
He sheepishly grinned and said, "Yes, it does."
I replied, "Have you looked in the utility room since yesterday?" Yesterday was that fateful day when the travel trailer, having been at the deer lease all hunting season, was unloaded. For you to have a true appreciation for the scope of this undertaking you must imagine a home-away-from-home for Kregg and 4-5 children where they did not have access to running water. Our travel trailer sleeps nine people and since it was during really cold weather, they used mountains of bedding. All of the bedding from all of those beds is now piled in my long and very narrow utility room. I have been chipping away at it since yesterday afternoon, but the pile is still enormous.
I told him to look in the utility room. He walked over, opened the door, and immediately broke into this song:
And next, he started on this one:
What's a mother to do? Of course, I ironed his shirt. After I stopped laughing!
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