Teacher, mother, writer, wife, academic, friend. . . trying to juggle all the pieces without losing any.
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
He's only 2 1/2
Bear, that is. He is only 2 1/2. But the potty humor has already started. With Wild Man, I think we got a reprieve until 4. No such luck with Bear. This morning at breakfast, he looked at Wild Man and said, "Wild Man, do you have a penis?" Apparently that is a joke in Bear's mind. And Wild Man thought it was hilarious. For the next 45 minutes, amidst getting dressed, packing backpacks, and brushing teeth, Bear would ask both Archer and Wild Man if they had penises. Each of them, Archer included, would dissolve into giggles. I was reminded by the reality of my life: I'm surrounded by little boys.
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