Exerpt from a real conversation last night at the end of Boy Pop's bath:
The set up: Boy Pop stood up to get ready to get out of the tub and he was holding his little "package" and squeezing it to one side.
Boy Pop: Look Mommy! I have a ball here!
Me: Uh, yes, you do. But we don't talk about that. Stop squeezing.
BP: Where are your balls, Mommy?
Me: Mommy's don't have them.
BP: Oh.
A few minutes later, I relayed the conversation with Dr Pop.
Dr Pop: You should put this on your blog.
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Oh my goodness!! About a month ago, I was setting in the bathroom (really, can't a gal pee alone in this house?) when #1 Son came running in very excited. "Mommy, Mommy!! I have two balls in me!! Look!" And he promptly drops trou. "Look, Mom. See them? Two balls inside my body! Isn't that neat?"
Being a stickler for more medical terms for bodyparts I said, "Who told you they were called balls?"
"Daddy said that's what they are."
I had words with Daddy. Husband swears he never said anysuch thing. He claims to have been ambushed much as I was by the little man. "Look, Daddy, I have two balls in me!"
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