3 Horrible Days!

One Tuesday, my 4-year-old brother Josh woke up grumpy. Throughout the morning, it didn't get any better. His brothers didn't let him play with their trucks, mom made him clean up his toys, and he wasn't allowed to sit on the computer all day. By the time lunch rolled around and mom was making him a lunch he "didn't like," Joshie had simply had enough. He began putting on his shoes so that he could run away. My mom teased him a bit by quoting his favorite book: "I was so mad!"

Joshie, with all the indignation of a teenager who just got their cell phone taken away, glared at her. "Mom, stop! It’s a horrible day!" My mom tried to convince him otherwise, but Josh simply continued: "...And I already had three horrible days!"

Mom stifled a laugh and asked, "What days were those?" (Thinking his answer would be Sunday, Monday, Tuesday).

Joshie's response? "Ashley’s wedding."

Yes, that's right. Nine months later, the poor little guy still remembered the torture that was being forced to behave for not one but three events (the wedding day, Matt's hometown reception, my hometown reception).

"Why were they so horrible Josh?"

"All you did is watch... and eat!"

Well, true. But the food was yummy, and you also seemed to have a lot of fun throwing rocks into ponds, climbing big trees, and running around with your little brother and cousins. Oh, and bonus! Matt became your brother-in-law. But he's been in your life since you could walk, so the marriage certificate probably didn't mean much to you, did it Joshie?

All of this "happy" wedding talk did little to convince him that he had anything but a horrible time. So I submit to you a small sampling of evidence that is Josh at random intervals throughout those 3 days. And I ask...

Was it horrible?

Or was it happy?

Debatable.

(PS-Matt and I about died laughing as we went through our wedding pictures and saw all the different faces my little brothers made. They are so stinking cute!)