There are enduring qualities about my husband, Newt. At my bridal shower, I was asked what Newt’s best characteristic was. I’m cold cold cold all the time, so I was ready to answer “warm” as I had found a new heat source, when his mom said “his sense of humor!” Warm and funny- yes, that is Newt.
I forgot how funny until Newt and ReeRee packed up for church, leaving a sick, sleep deprived me at home. Boredom, ReeRee, plus a church service = Making noise in a very quiet place. We bring toys, books, anything to distract. Cheese, Cheerios, milk.
The quietest position Newt could find holding ReeRee as she dug Cheerios out her container. The most noise she made was crunching on the tasty O’s, as she eyed the people behind Newt.
As I welcomed them from the sofa, I notice Newt itching his leg. “What the?” itch, itch and a Cheerio rolled out his pant leg and onto the floor. “Where did that come from?” I asked. Cheerios are found in various locations around our house, but this was the oddest. “ReeRee must have dropped it down my shirt collar in church,” he answered. Itch, itch, itch. Another Cheerio surfaced in his shirt. Itch, itch, itch. “You’re kidding me! Ewww!” I yelled as he pulled a Cheerio from the back of his pants.
Newt grinned. “Hmmm, they really are Honey Butt Cheerios”.