Friday, September 07, 2012

No big whopp


{The children with Mr. and Mrs Ryan Simmons in NYC-
this photo has nothing to do with my bog post...awesome}


Last weekend I found Oliver's whopee cushion under his bed.
I forgot how much I love that thing.
It never EVER gets old.
Farts and funny... period.
I decided to put the whopee cushion in the hallway on the floor.
I gave strict instructions to my children that they
were not allowed to pick up the whopee cushion- EVER.
Then I further instructed that every time they used that hallway they had
to stomp on the cushion while passing by.
It is so funny, and has proven to be a wonderful stress relief for our family.

When Clane begins to fight, I step on whopee.
When Nicholas stubs his toe and becomes inconsolable I step on whoopee
When Mr. Nielson has been on the phone for too long, I step on whopee.
Sometimes when Charlotte is crying,
I make Oliver step on it over and over again until she calms down.

Try it.
Sadly, we used it so much it popped.
Maybe I'll find one this weekend.

Spiritual Enlightenment Here.