Seth Stories

I had a raccoon jump on me this morning, while I was still sleeping.

"Mom, mom, moooooooooom, wake up! Mom, what do raccoons like to eat?"

"Huh?" I said, barely coherent.

"What do raccoons eat?" my son asked again.

{Big Sigh}. One eyeball managed to open up. Then, before I even had a chance to think about an answer, he asked his second of 359 daily questions.

"Mom, is a raccoon a predator?" my genius boy asks. All I can think of is that their dad really must stop teaching these kids all about the animal kingdom for science. They really don't need to know any of this stuff anyway. It's all their dad's fault, my befuddled brain thinks. Then, my son - the raccoon - decides to rub cheeks with me.

"What are you doing?" I finally manage to make a sentence.

"I'm a raccoon, so I'm rubbing your cheek," was his response. I have enough presence of mind to be grateful that he is not his usual kitten that not only rubs cheeks, but sometimes........licks it. {Gulp}

Fast forward to later this evening. There was music practice at the church after prayer meeting. My two darlings were told to sit because they had not been obeying me earlier. However, he eventually managed to get up on the platform.

On the way home, we talked again about how he did not obey me. He was quiet for a few minutes and I thought the subject was dropped. The little rascal was just thinking.

"Mom, do you know why I got up on the platform?" he asked me.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Because I wanted to be close to you," the little schmoozer said.

"Oh?" I reply.

"Yep. I wanted to be close to you because your tongue is gold and silver. Yup. That's why."

I'd say HE has the gold and silver tongue. What am I going to do with him?