yesterday afternoon, tommy and i were in our room changing clothes when we heard blood curtling screams coming from the kitchen. i was in mid-change so tommy ran out first to see what was the matter. i couldn’t exactly tell from the sound of the cries if it was harley or ethan who was letting out such a horrific noise. after pulling my shirt on, i ran out to the kitchen to find tommy and ethan standing in front of the ice machine. the screaming had stopped. and ethan looked a little dazed and scared.
“what happened?” i asked.
tommy let out a laugh (sounded like relief to me–apparently nothing too serious had occurred) and said, “i came in here to find the man’s head stuck in the ice maker.”
ethan then turned to me and said, “e-fan red straw.”
and he held up the straw to show me. apparently it was in the ice maker and he went in after it, but didn’t realize he’d have to turn his head sideways to get it out, so he commenced operation “scream like you’re dying.”
i said, “did you get a picture of it?” (i know, i know, it just fell out of my mouth without first going through the filter that i obviously was born without–i blame my parents for getting married and having children too young)
tommy put his hand on his hips and said, “no, i didn’t take a picture of our son with his head stuck in the ice maker. jeez shauna, is everything a post for your blog?”
my face sort of twisted and i shrugged my shoulders and said, “uh, basically?”
and without missing a beat, tommy pointed to the ice maker and looked at ethan and said, “ethan, get back in the ice maker so mommy can take a picture.”
ethan ran out of the kitchen screaming, “no, no, NO, NOOOOOO……”
and then tommy stood there laughing his ass off. i stuck my tongue out at him and stomped out of the room
he thinks he’s soooo funny. i’d like to stick HIS head in the ice maker.
xo
