When my two oldest kids were younger I was so much better at recording all the funny things they said. Now, our days are full of funny comments and it’s harder to keep track of them. But my conversation with Briggs the other day had me in stitches.

We had walked 4 houses down the road in 112 degree weather to deliver a gift. We were walking home when Briggs stopped in his tracks completely startled.

Me: What are you doing?
Briggs: (Pulling at the sleeve opening of his shirt) There’s something in there.
Me: What is it?
Briggs: (with a disgusted face) It’s still in there.

He was wearing a new shirt so I thought there might have been a tag in his shirt. I got closer to inspect.

Briggs: (with his hand now down the opposite sleeve) I can’t get it.

I’m pulling his sleeve to see what is stuck in his shirt. He pulls his hand out.

Briggs: It’s slippery!?

I realized there was nothing in his shirt but he was experiencing – or perhaps recognizing the joy of sweat for the first time!! I died laughing. He was looking at me with a look of confusion – as if I caused this!


I love it. I’m not sweating, I’m just slippery!!