Friday, March 06, 2009

My boy....

Yesterday morning, around 5:30 a.m. Mr. B climbed into bed with me. He snuggled in and crouched down, covering himself with the comforter.

After he was apparently warmed sufficiently, his face made an appearance from under the covers.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "Mamma".

(I dare say that nothing warms my heart more than that small word, spoken in their small voices )


I looked at him and smiled and said, "yes?"

To which he replied:

"Your legs are hairy and you need to shave them."


Yesterday afternoon as we were at the park I was feeling the effects of emptying my water bottle. Knowing that I had promised both a park and library trip, I decided that this was indeed a good time to head to the library. Clean restrooms, indoor plumbing. Both were a plus.

I told the kids to head for the car as we were heading to the library. Mr. B didn't quite feel as if he had filled his "time at the park" quota and didn't want to leave.

I explained to him that I really, really, really needed to go to the restroom. (I even did the "gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now" dance for him.)

He looked at me as if I was the most dense person he had ever seen and said, "Can't you just squat?"

You can take the boy out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy.

1 comment:

Tenakim said...

he sounds like a cutie! I hate when my kids bust me on my lack of hygiene and upkeep!