On the morning of my 43rd birthday my youngest son is sitting on my lap.  Suddenly he perks up and says,

"You know what a gift is?"


"Well, it starts inside your body."

I start to worry.  There has been a lot of potty humor lately.

"Then what, Ro?"

"Well, you make it inside your body, and when it comes out...it's...ME!" 



Add A Comment


Apr. 26, 2011 at 7:40 AM

Sweetest. Birthday story. EVER.

Thank you so much for sharing!

...and, risking a serious anticlimax, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (Really more of a statement of the obvious than a wish, too - how could you not already be having a happy birthday, after a story like that?)

Susan, I miss you!

Message Friend Invite

Apr. 26, 2011 at 11:37 AM

i repeat: he can come and live with me, any time. :)

Message Friend Invite

Apr. 27, 2011 at 5:13 PM

I kid you not, as I read this, my oldest just yelled from the bathroom:  "AMY, I think I might have had diarrhea!" 

I like the ending of your story better.

Message Friend Invite

Apr. 30, 2011 at 3:24 AM

LOL amy!

and so sweet.savor that!

Message Friend Invite

Want to leave a comment and join the discussion?

Sign up for CafeMom!

Already a member? Click here to log in