Tuesday, July 31, 2012

z.e.b.

this kid is way too much.  such a turkey.  we've got a school countdown started.  every morning we wake up and I ask him about kindergarten: "Are you nervous?"- to which he always replies: "No! I'm excited!!!".    And he really is. Excited and ready.  I'm excited and ready, too.  We finally checked off the final 'to know' item off his kindergarten readiness list.  It was our phone number. I'd never taught him because it's a cell phone and I just didn't think about it.   So now he knows.
this past sunday- at 9:25- we were all ready to go to church.  The boys had buckled themselves in their carseats.  I got metta in and set off to go. and then the garage wouldn't open. and it made a funny noise.  so I got out to make sure there wasn't something in the way. there wasn't- so I tried one more time. Still nothing.  I got up on the van and switched off the garage door opener so I could open in manually. I tried to open it- still no luck.  I called kent at work- he didn't answer.  We were stuck. In the garage- and we were supposed to pick up four people to take to church.  I was a little stressed.  I tried calling Kent again and Zeb started yelling at me from the van: "mom! mom! mom!".  I finally responded with a frustrated- "what!?".  "I locked it, mom.  I locked the garage" he nervously told me.   "What?!"- I shrieked. I checked- and the manual lock had been slid into position on the far side of the garage. "Why!??" I shrieked again?!  to which he whispered:"I didn't want to go to church".  The little rascal. He knew I was ticked. When I'm late- I'm GRUMPY. especially when it's late to church.  Lucky for him we made it just in time- and still got my favorite seat. And as soon as we sat down he came up to me and begged for my forgiveness.  I made him promise he'd never complain about going to church again. It's something we do in this family. every sunday. never fail.  He really is such a good little boy- but a little too smart for his own good. I had no idea he even knew how to manually lock the garage.

5 comments:

yaya said...

OK, now this is priceless...what thinker he is! I love reading about your adventures..so much more interesting than mine were! PSSST....Zeb, I've wanted to lock the garage door too at times..usually when I have to give a talk in Church. If I did that though, most of the adults would miss out on a good nap.

Linz said...

Oh my goodness!! That little smartie pants! I don't even know how to lock the garage...

Justin and Jules said...

Oh Leisy... that sound like something that happens in our house too often (the me getting frustrated at my kids part). I totally feel ya and I'm glad Zeb has a good enough conscience to let you know before you were late to church :)

Pat and Brent said...

Oh my goodness! That is one smart boy. What a hoot. Glad to hear you've got incentives for more blogging. We LOVE it.

Michelle said...

Wow! Crazy smart kiddo. Great story! :)