Totally interrupting my scheduled posts for the week.
I recently got two identical books to document all of the ridiculous things the boys say because I keep finding myself saying, "wait, Eric...what did Miles say that was so funny yesterday? Remember when Felix said that thing about a boo boo and tweezers and...ugh! I can't remember it exactly!"
Of course, the day I purchased them from Amazon, my kids stopped being funny...until tonight. I got a glimmer of silly 1 and silly 2, and have a feeling I won't regret the purchase.
Scene: Felix is running around in cotton training pants, which are padded *generously* in the crotch area. Eric panics and says, "Oh my gosh! He's got a pant load!" Eric sweeps him up and rushes him to the bathroom. Miles turns to me and asks, "Did he drop a log in his pants?"
Um, has he been hanging out with some frat boys? I have no idea where he heard that! Oh potty humor. It never gets old...(Thankfully, it was a false alarm, and just a shadow in his underwear thanks to the exceptionally weighted gusset-like genital covering.)
Scene: (Later the same night after bath) Felix is trying to slap Miles's bare bottom. I remind Felix that we don't touch other people's private parts. This has been a topic of discussion since we got a birthday book that the boys love called Amazing You! (image courtesy of Amazon, gift courtesy of Aunt/Uncle and lil bit cousin)
We all had a good laugh.
It's like sometimes I wonder if I'm a 13-year-old boy trapped in a 32-year-old body (which may or may not look like a 13-year-old boy to some capacity.)
If this is what it's like raising boys, I am in trouble...