Every year we put up our lovely, yet very much fake, christmas tree. As the guys get the pieces all put in place, it is my job to "fluff" the thing. Not my favorite part as I am allergic to the synthetic needles. Every year I forget to put on long sleeves and I finish off with my arms broken out in a rash.
This year I am fluffing the tree and complaining how this is my least liked part of decorating for the holidays. Alex asks me, "Why Mom? I like the tree!" I tell him I am allergic to it. No reply from him leads me to believe he has understanding of my answer, or, more likely, didnt get it and has moved on. The latter being the more ususal in these cases.
As I am finishing up, I ask jake to get me some Germx for my arms, as I can already feel the itching coming on and I want to disinfect as quick as possible. He asked why I needed it, in which I reply again about my allergy to the needles.
OUT OF THE BLUE... Alex pipes in, with such emphasis, "Because SHES ALLERGIC!" A slight pause followed up with... "Shes lactose intolerant! DUH!"
So there you go. It explains it all. We all are still chuckling about it. Oh how I love that little guy!
This year I am fluffing the tree and complaining how this is my least liked part of decorating for the holidays. Alex asks me, "Why Mom? I like the tree!" I tell him I am allergic to it. No reply from him leads me to believe he has understanding of my answer, or, more likely, didnt get it and has moved on. The latter being the more ususal in these cases.
As I am finishing up, I ask jake to get me some Germx for my arms, as I can already feel the itching coming on and I want to disinfect as quick as possible. He asked why I needed it, in which I reply again about my allergy to the needles.
OUT OF THE BLUE... Alex pipes in, with such emphasis, "Because SHES ALLERGIC!" A slight pause followed up with... "Shes lactose intolerant! DUH!"
So there you go. It explains it all. We all are still chuckling about it. Oh how I love that little guy!
All Finished!
