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Date Posted: Saturday, June 19, 2010, 12:44: am
Carrie hated it when her mother logically challenged her ideas, even more so when she told her what she SHOULD do. She would be a good hostess, but on her own terms and when she was good and ready. Just then Carrie had an incredible urge to wish her little brother good day. As her mother passed by Timmy's door to look for the "special" thermometer in her bathroom, Carrie approached Timmy's door. Timmy was so startled by the loud bursting through the door he knocked the pillow which was hiding his behind. "Ewww, God, Timmy, do you have to be doing something gross and disgusting 24/7? People don't have their own rooms just so they can rub their ugly butts on pillows and pick their noses all day!"
Timmy came up with a clever defense that he knew would drive his sister up the wall, "Mom said to lay on the bed, she said its ok."
Carrie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I'm sure Mother Dear told you to please take your underwear off and roll around on the sheets. I'm sure she also told you to whine and complain too so you could skip a bath another day. I swear, Timmy, you are the only boy in the world who is naked all the time except when its time to take a shower."
Timmy thought up an even more clever retort, "Shut up, you better stop being mean to me, I'm sick, I'll tell, Mom."
A smirk slowly came to Carrie's face, "Oh that's right, you will be staying here all day, while I'll be swimming in a huge pool. Don't worry, I'm sure you and Mom will have fun. Maybe you can play Tic Tac Toe or checkers... or you could knock cups over with a ball babies are meant to play with."
Timmy snapped back, "it's a bowling set!"
Carrie rolled her eyes, "People go bowling at a BOWLING ALLEYS, babies throw balls to knock over cups at home. Wanna know something ELSE babies need done for them."
Timmy responded as if he knew everything she could possibly say, "Babies need everything done for them, even I know that, durrr!"
Carrie took his smartass comment and shrugged it off with a methodical smirk, "Yeah, but something they need done when they are sick though. They need to have someone take their temperature."
Timmy laughed, "So does everyone else, durrr. Nurses take everyone's temperature at the doctor, durrr."
"Not in their butts!"
Timmy's mouth hung open, "That is so gross, babies don't get thermometers in their butts, thermometers go under the tongue, durrrr!
Carrie laughed, "You're stupid, babies don't hold thermometers in their mouths."
"Dur, their mother holds the thermometer under their tongue for them."
Carrie could see she was getting no where real fast reasoning with her naive little brother, "Well, anyway, just wanted to say have fun here with Mom and rolling around naked on your bed!"
Carrie left and waited outside the house so she wouldn't have to wait to leave the house one minute she didn't have to wait. Carrie was such a crazy story teller. Thermometers for butts, yeah ok. Just like those people who drink their own urine to survive. Timmy knew better. The human body sweats when it is hot and shivers when it is cold. Why would the body get rid of urine if it knew you were just going to drink it anyway? Timmy wondered where she got her crazy ideas, he concluded whereever she got them that is why she believes butts are so disgusting.
Seconds later Timmy jumped again as another intruder entered his room, "Sorry, sweetheart, don't need to cover up, it's just me."
Timmy explained his apprehension, "Carrie came in and saw me naked, I thought it was her again, she said I wasn't allowed and it was gross-"
Beth nodded sympathetically, "Well, she was wrong and she should have knocked, you knock when you want to come in her room, don't you?"
"Uh, yeah, I mean, sometimes."
"Well, if she saw something she didn't want to she should have apologized and left". Timmy smiled at the thought Carrie was capable of apologizing.
Timmy suddenly remembered again he was uncomfortably naked still, "Mommy, can I put on my long underwear now?"
Beth, gasped, "Oh yeah, I was going to get those. I promise I'll get them in just a jiffy."
Beth blew some hair out of her face and began shaking her wrist with her backed toward her young son so he couldn't see what she was doing. Timmy did make out something she had on his dresser. Greasy yucky vapor rub no doubt. She was going to rub it all over his chest, neck and shoulders. He loved his mother's gentle rubdowns, but the smell, ugh greasy liquid rubbery goo! So what if it made him breathe better, he'd rather suffer." "Ok, Honey, do you have to go potty?
Timmy seemed baffled by the question, "No why?"
Beth smiled, "I just need to take your temperature for one little minute and I need for you to stay still, that's why." Made sense, if he ran to the bathroom with thermometer in his mouth he'd likely choke if it slid down his throat. "Ok, now, roll over and lay down." Timmy rolled 360 degrees and popped his head up and smiled at his mother. Beth chuckled, "no, not that way. Face the wall, lay on your belly, yeah like that. Timmy looked back over his shoulder and saw his mom dipping the thermometer in VAPOR RUB. Ok, enough was enough, you breathe that stuff in, to put it in your mouth, gross. Who cares if it helps you breathe better, Timmy would rather choke on a thermometer.
As his mother inched closer Timmy begged for a final reprieve, "Mommy, does that stuff make it easier to take my temperature?"
Beth enthusiastically nodded, "You are so smart, that's exactly right."
Timmy grimaced and could feel himself almost ready to throw up, "it's ok I don't care if it makes it worse, that stuff looks gross."
Beth giggled, "Aww, it's ok, it won't hurt one bit and it will feel like the thermometer isn't even there." Now Timmy knew it was a lie, even a ball of that goop wouldn't stop the thermometer from jabbing under his tongue! Besides, it wasn't the pain he feared, it was the awful taste! Just then a car horn blasted. "Ok, Sweetheart, lay still just like that while the thermometer registers, I'll be back in a few minutes." As his mother left the room Timmy wondered what on Earth she had meant, let it register, she hadn't even put it in! Seconds later Timmy readjusted his belly and glanced back over his shoulder and then knew...
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