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Moon over my Abby

My poor sweet Abby has been scarred for life. The other day I was in a huge hurry to get out the door. I had just finished doing Jillian's hair in my bathroom and while I was doing her hair Abby was picking through the earrings that she could wear. I still needed to take a shower and was focused on getting everything done and getting out the door. I took Jillian off the counter shooed her out of the bathroom, went back in, shut the door, and walked toward the toilet while pulling my pants down. All of the sudden I heard a little voice behind me calmly and quietly saying, "mom, should I go out?"

I spun around realizing that I had forgotten that Abby was in the room. I had completely mooned her. I quickly started trying to pull up my pants. Abby looked at me while backing out of the bathroom with a mortified expression on her face.

I started shaking with laughter and, while holding onto my pants with one hand, shut the door behind her. After I had gone to the bathroom and pulled up my pants, I went out of my bedroom and looked down the hall. Abby was sitting in the bathroom at the other end of the hall staring off into space. I looked at her, and upon seeing the dejected expression on her face, knew she was officially scarred.

"Abby" I said, "you don't need to be embarrassed, it is me that should be embarrassed."

She just looked at me, blinked, and shook her head. This, of course, just sent me into more bouts of laughter.

Comments

Nielson said…
That brought me to tears with laughter!!! Poor little Abby :) Too funny!
that is funny!! but it could have been worse if it were one of the boys instead LOL!!!
Momnerd said…
LOL, I love it!!

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