A Torch!?

Mason just called me at work, and I think it's worthy of a blog post. Here's how the conversation went:

Mason: Hi, mom. Remember when Marcus did that experiment at Grammy's? He had...(at this point I'm only half listening because Mason often calls me at work and rambles on until I tell him I have to get back to work. I thought that's how this conversation was shaping up)...ice, tin foil and a torch...
Me: WHAT?
Mason: You know - ice, tin foil and a torch. I have all of those things laid out, but I can't remember what other things I need.
Me: A Torch?! Where's Grandma??!!
Mason: Putting the baby to sleep in his crib.
Grandma: I'm here, I'm here. The torch doesn't work, and he's trying to talk me in to giving him the one that's up on the shelf (that would be Blake's heavy duty shop torch!). Don't worry - everything's under control.

Under control - with Mason in the picture - yeah right! Life at the Baysinger house - never dull.

Volume Control

My friend, Sharon, shares a hilarious story on her blog about a three year old in a public restroom, and it made me think of a funny Mason story. Imagine that!

When Mason was about three, it seemed that every single time we went in to the Family Christian bookstore, he would have to use their restroom. AND - it was always a #2 trip - never just a quick potty. I'll never forget one time in particular. It was almost closing time, and the employees were all in the back of the store right outside the restroom. I was inside with Mason as he was completing the task at hand. Out of blue, in full Mason volume he shouts, "MOM...we don't EAT poop!" I was mortified. I turned up my own volume and said, "Why would you say that? No one's eating poop!" I opened the door a bit to make sure EVERYONE could hear and said again, "No one's eating poop!" At that point, the store manager walked by, and I have a feeling he hadn't heard Mason's original comment based on the look of complete bewilderment on his face.

I hurried Mason out the door leaving our intended purchases behind - along with any sliver of pride I had left. What possessed that child to have to poop every time we went in that store, I'll never know. I'm just thankful that stage is over, but I still avoid eye contact with the store manager whenever I'm shopping there. It's not that difficult - he seems to be avoiding me for some reason, too!

Happy Easter

Because lots and lots of visitors attend our church on Easter morning - not to mention the Creasters (attend on Christmas and Easter only) - we opted to attend the 8 am service today. The fact that 8 am attenders were lured with donuts was by no means a factor in our decision...I promise!

Mason was eating one of the aforementioned donuts during the worship service when Max spotted it. He began pointing and saying "dee" which is his all-inclusive word for anything he wants. Mason generously gave him a very small bite and Max was hooked. He began aggressively signing the word "more", and because I was so proud of him for using his sign language skills, I let him keep signing and eating donut bites. After about 5 bites, Mason decided he was done sharing and stuffed the ENTIRE amount of remaining donut into his mouth. No kidding - it was over 1/2 the donut! There was an older couple sitting behind us, and the man got so tickled he was laughing out loud.

I didn't mean to disrupt the Easter service. But since most people at the early 8 am service are old time believers anyway - I think it was OK. Plus - don't tell me that God doesn't get tickled at two brothers fighting over a donut...especially when one of the brothers ends up with chipmunk cheeks!