We have a treat today, my kind mother-in-law has written this story about my husband when he was a little boy. I've heard it from my husband before and always thought it was a great story. I'm glad to read it in my mother-in-law's own words.
When I was a young mother of four little sons, I used to
set up a couple of card tables, put a
sheet over the top and encourage
them to play " House" in
order to give them something to do while I did some household chores. Crawling
in and out under the tables and playing
their self-assigned roles was the order of the day.
Our oldest son, being the eldest, always chose to
be the Dad, of course. Our youngest son, being the youngest,
always chose to be the little Boy.
That left the two middle boys to
choose their roles.The younger of the two middle sons, always chose to
be the Uncle.
That left the older of the middle sons [Eve's husband], to choose
his role. He was always most amiable and let his brothers choose first.
I asked him who he was going
to choose. And you could just see his little mind working: Gosh,
who's left? I can't be the Mom and I
can't be the Sister. I know! (he
happily exclaimed). I'll be the
BUFFALO!! So he chose to be the buffalo and gave his siblings rides on his back all
around the house.Needless to say, the BUFFALO was loved by all!
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