First, let me tell you now, there are no pictures in this post, so don't bother scrolling down to check.
Now that that is taken care of, I'm going to share some Jarom stories... that's right, he is still as entertaining as always. He truly is his father's son.
First story...
It was time for bed in the Prepchuk household the other evening, and surprise surprise some of our kids didn't want to go to bed. So the father of the house, who loves to tease more than anything, says to the boys...
"You have two choices... either you can go to bed, or you can have a spanking."
Let me take a moment here, to just point out that we do NOT spank our children. That doesn't however, stop the daddy around here from teasing our kids that he will.
After these two options are given, Reid goes upstairs to get ready for bed. Conner, however answers, "I want to play!"
Ummm... not an option, Conner. So daddy repeats,
"You can either go to bed, or have a spanking."
Conner... "I want to PLAY!!!"
This is getting no where fast.
Then Jarom, who has been sitting pondering all this while, says...
"What would happen after the spanking?"
That's right... he was seriously considering taking the spanking, if it meant he didn't have to go to bed.
Second story...
You know when something amazing or weird or incredulous happens, (like my fancy word there?) and people say things such as, "holy cow," or "good heavens!" Well, Jarom decided he wanted to make up his OWN saying. So as we were watching TV one evening, as we tend to do, a news break came up and showed a picture of a plane crash, and Reid starts shouting, "whoa! oh my goodness!" and on and on. So then Jarom, all ready with his new phrase, shouts "cows in heaven!!!"
I like it... very clever... and very amusing. So from this day on when something amazing happens, it's "cows in heaven!" in this family.