30 August 2008

pulling the wool over your eyes


Once upon a time, there was a sheep skin rug. It was a beautiful sheep skin rug, brought back to the USA from the far away land of Australia. Great Grandmommy and Great Grandaddy Sanders brought the rug back with them after one of their grand adventures. Their young grandchildren loved this sheep skin rug. They would lay upon the rug and roll around on the rug and rub their cheeks on the rug and fall asleep on the rug. It was one of the favorite things to do at Great Grandmommy and Great Grandaddy Sanders house.

After a while, the grandchildren all grew up. They no longer laid around on the rug, rubbing and sleeping. The rug was sad and lonely. It sat, alone, upstairs in Great Grandmommy and Great Grandaddy's house.

Until one day... a new Great Grandchild came to visit for the very first time. He was but a young lad, no more than 5 months in age. His Great Grandmommy and Great Grandaddy loved watching him squirm and wriggle on the floor, squealing and giggling with joy. Great Grandaddy had an idea. He said, "I have just the thing... this boy will love! Stay there, I shall return!"

Return he did... with the long lost Sheep Skin rug! He laid the rug upon the floor and put the young tot right in the middle of all the soft fuzzy wonderfulness. LittleMrPerfect didn't know what to do with himself. It was so fuzzy and warm and soft and, did I mention, FUZZY?! He was instantly in love. So Great Grandaddy sent the coveted rug home with his Grandaughter and her young one.

The rug found its way to the living room floor in a land called Kernersville, NC. The young tot was placed upon the fuzz one evening just before bath time. He decided he wanted to squiggle and squirm his way off the rug. Maybe take a taste or two of the Sheep Skin rug. He found great joy in this. And once off the rug... he proceeded to pull the rug completely over the top of himself. And even after his mother pulled the rug off of him, he managed to pull it right back over himself... until all you could make out were his little feet.

And the Sheep Skin rug was once again loved... and feeling very content with life.

The end.

5 comments:

Bubbis said...

Grammy are ya gonna want that lambskin rug back for your move to Tennessee?

ebers79 said...

ooohhhh... there is a lambskin rub floating around somewhere? rock on!

...me said...

read us the story about the lambskin rug again...pleeeeeeeeeze?

M said...

I laughed and laughed and laughed. Thank you baby, that was the perfect thing to come back to after a 3 day mission!

bethany weaver said...

caden, talking to his grandkids in 60 years: "... and then i ate the lambskin, from ear to tail..."