excuses, excuses, excuses
Recently my son’s teacher has been reading the Witches to the class and my son has been questioning me about how I would feel if a witch changed him into a mouse. Hmm well I wouldn’t be overly pleased. Well last night (Sunday & bath night) my son told me, his brothers and his Grandma why he didn’t think he needed to have a bath.
At supper time I mentioned to my young son that he was to have a bath tonight before bed as it’s Sunday and tomorrow is a school day. He replied with this very detailed reason as to why he didn’t think it was a good idea for him to have a bath….My son said that witches can smell ‘clean’ kids but they can’t smell dirty kids because the kids smell like dog pooh and witches don’t like dog pooh but they can smell clean kids. And then something about how would I feel if a witch came and turned him into a mouse (again with the mouse) because he had a bath.
My Mom was sitting beside me swallowing her chuckle and his older brothers were looking at him munching on pizza and I must have had a WTF look on my face. I had food in my mouth and was trying not to choke, but once the food was swallowed I could not hold back the laughter. My young son gets a gold star for the best excuse I have ever heard for not having a bath…It was the best.
