Toots and Soda

I follow a blog of a lady I've never met. Her husband died three years ago on Christmas Eve (or maybe the day before) very suddenly. Her blog is very raw. When I first started following her, I would sit there and cry as I read through her stories of trying to survive as a single mom after her husband died.

Check it out: http://tricialottwilliford.com/

She recently wrote about a conversation she had with her boys. She asked them what they remembered about what their dad taught them before they died. The conversation goes like this:

“I’m so glad Daddy taught us about beans before he died.”

“Beans?”

Of all things?

“Yes, you know. How they make you toot.”

This is what they remember. And actually, I know Robb would be so proud that this information stuck like glue.

(Josh would love this lesson, too!)


It made me chuckle as I read her words because it reminded of a dinner conversation I recently had with Carson. Josh and I went to NE with Shan, Case, and Siahna a few weeks ago. Collin, Kate, Carson, Kye, and Corinne had come over for dinner at mom and dad's.

Kye lost a tooth at the dinner table, so we started to talk about the Tooth Fairy. Carson is old enough to know better, but he was a good sport and played along so as to not ruin the fun for Kye. Then Santa Claus came up.

Carson says, "I remember a few years ago when Santa left me a 12 pack of Coke, and Kye got a 12 pack of Mountain Dew. That was really cool."

Collin goes, "Out of all the cool things Santa has left you, you remember the Coke most of all?"

"Yep, that was probably the coolest thing Santa left."

Oh, kids! They crack me up.

Toots and soda.