Okay the other morning I was sipping my coffee and trying to wake up when my 9 year old son spouted out something that will haunt me for months. Here’s how the conversation went:
Son: OH GREAT…my private’s standing up again!
Me: :::mouth and eyes wide open::: OH…okay. :::wipes up coffee that spilled on sofa:::
Son: It always does this in the morning…and it hurts.
Me: It hurts???
Son: Yes….and it stands up when I’m in love or something cracks me up too!
Me: Really, oh I think I hear your Dad calling I’ll be right back. :::runs upstairs in horror to get husbands help:::
Now I must live with the horrible memory of this conversation until some new trauma comes along to takes its place. Oh well…such is parenthood!