On our street there are just the two houses, ours and our neighbours.
As far as neighbours go they are really terrific. We have no complaints at all. Not like at our first house where the guy on the right walked his cat on a lead umpteen times daily or the blokes on our left gave us reason to believe they were most likely drug dealers. (Not that we're judgmental at all.)
A year ago our current neighbour also became our Bishop. Initially I slightly panicked. Living your lives in such close proximity to your Bishop really helps motivate you to get kick started on the road to perfection I have found.
We soon realised we were not under scrutiny at all and after the worlds worst tantrum we found out that although their house was really close they couldn't even hear the shrillest of toddler screams. I also came to the realisation back in April that they must not hear me either on my worst parenting days when I have been known to raise my voice on occasion because I got called to be the Primary President at church. Hooray for soundproofing I guess.
At times we have had a closer relationship with our Bishop than anyone probably ever should. Like for instance the hot summer day that I was sitting on the loo to pee with the bathroom window open and I happened to sneeze, then following my sneeze I heard the words 'Bless you Carol'. Seriously? That is closer than anyone needs to be to their religious leader right? (I'm sure he'd be mortified to know I was actually in the process of urination at the time, almost as mortified as I am to admit it).
Our boys have a great fondness for Bishop and his wife Judith and their three older sons and frequently stop them given any opportunity for inane conversation about the random contents of the three year old brain. They are really great sports and we appreciate their patience and kindness no end.
Yesterday I could hear Thomas chattering away to Bishop so after a while I went outside to say Hi and make sure he wasn't being unnecessarily bothered. As I stepped out I saw Thomas swinging his yellow cricket bat all around no doubt injuring himself or his brother was inevitable.
Bishop said he needed a word with me and then with a big smile recounted how Thomas had just confessed that I hit him with the cricket bat.
There are times when your neighbour being your Bishop has it's disadvantages it turns out after all.
The truth is I have never hit Thomas (or Eli for that matter) with a cricket bat, plastic or otherwise.
Well I hadn't but maybe I will now!
17 lovely comments:
So good......
Oh, Thomas! You are soooo in trouble!!!!
Ha! Don't you just love having a 3 year old?
Ah, from the mouths of babes. There is never a dull moment having a three year old, huh?
Thomas has some 'splaining to do---he's a smart one, huh ;)
Oh my! It sounds like the next "conversation" Bishop needs to have with someone is Thomas.
hahahaha how funny!
Hahaha - our neighbour can hear our toilet time too.. He gets to hear us all cheering Hannah's accomplishments.
LOL....!!!!!! Thomas is awesome.
Funny, cute, but also a little scary. Just hope he outgrows that one and doesn't become a teenager who says that to the cops because he thinks it will allow him to get his way.
Oh no! As a children's minister, you would not believe what I hear and how much I have to figure out what is true and what is not. I am sure Bishop knew the real you and that he is three. Cute story!
Oh, dear. Now he just needs to see you streaking . . .
Oh my goodness, I am on the floor laughing!!
That is just too funny! Silly boy! Do you think we will survive having 3 year olds?? Some days I wonder............
LOL...kids say the funniest things, don't they?!
That made me laugh love thanks!! Kids are so hilarious. But the awful thing is that you can't teach them about how social services will come get them if they say things like that!!
Any way I updated my blog again. I'm almost as addicted as you!!
LMAO!!!!! OMG that's brilliant!
I cannot imagine having lived within such a close proximity to one of my favourite Bishops we had whilst I was growing up. Had something like that happened to me, Bishop and Sister Neeley would have had no end of fun making sure everyone in our ward, nay, our STAKE heard about it.
Let the beating begin.
I tease.
But I would have thought about it.
You. are. one. funny. girl.
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