Poor Bubba...

     My 15 year old son, bless his heart, is clumsy.  Well, clumsy is an understatement.  The boy falls or trip or hurts himself at least 5 times a day.  We generally contribute it all to his big feet.  His feet seem to grow faster than the rest of him and we tell him he is still trying to get the hang of his big clown feet.  The rest of him has to catch up.  Anyway, I was in my office yesterday and I heard a faint "Help!".  I get up and go outside and this is what I see.

   Yep, there he sat all forlorn looking.  The day before, he and his dad, dug up a tree stump and filled the deep hole with dirt.  Well, it rained all night long and became a muddy pit and then along came Bub, who had forgot about the hole, and this is how I found him.

Don't he look pitiful?

Yep, he's in there good.

Almost past his boots.

   So, after laughing, I went inside to call my hubby.  He had gone into town and with my MS, I knew I couldn't pull him out on my own.  The mud had sucked him in there good and it was so tight, he couldn't even pull his feet out of the boots.

   So...I'm inside making the call and guess what?  My 8 year old came out to see what all the commotion was about and I guess he wanted to join his big brother.

       Yep.  You guessed it.  He stepped off into the mud hole too.  (Thankfully, he removed all his clothing, but his underwear first)

     See, he looks a lot happier about his situation though.  So I get to call Ron, my hubby, back and let him know he has TWO children to help out of the mud now.  Only in our family!!!!

Click here to see what happened to Bub another time!

    

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