Conversations with the young
J (age 10) is folding laundry and picks up a bra. Clearly horrified by it, he holds it delicately between forefinger and thumb so as to minimize skin contact.
Me: It doesn’t have cooties, you know.
J: No, it’s worse. It has boobies!
Me: Actually, right now, it doesn’t, but some day you may not mind them so much.
J: Gross! I’m NEVER going to smother my face in them, if that’s what you’re thinking. (pauses) Well, maybe I won’t mind them so much after I’m 21.
Kids can be such a trip.
Oh, that is really hilarious.
Give him a few years and show him this blog entry.
Have you read Mistress K’s blog? You girls need to be exposed to more testosterone before coming up here next time. You are both fixated on having kids now.
prometheus
Uh huh, I heard I’m getting the black ones, even though after seeing the pics the pink ones look better.
So we were debating- how much tequila will we need to get into you in order to see you put on black elephant undies? Will you have to eat the worm?
And, I just thought of this, will you be able to fill the trunk if you’re that drunk?