So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who
just recently died. Jack was a great cat and the
kids would carry him around and sit on him and
nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and
nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.
Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story
they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old.
The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves chap stick.
LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chap stick and
then losing it. So finally one day I showed him
where in the bathroom I keep my chap stick and how
he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to
put it right back in the drawer when he was done.
Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the
typical rush around and try to get ready for Church
with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys
are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am
trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am
putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and
everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful
day to honor me and the amazing job that is
We finally have the older one and and the baby
loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have
searched everywhere and I finally round the corner
to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was
applying my chap stick very carefully to Jack's . . .
rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said
'chapped.' Now if you have a cat, you know that he
is right--their little butts do look pretty
chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind.
And the only question to really ask at that point
was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that
to the cat's behind or the hundredth.
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever
because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try
to civilize these glorious little creatures, there
will always be that day when you realize they've
been using your chap stick on the cat's butt.
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