While I spend my Tuesdays and Thursdays toiling away at my beloved part-time gig, the ball of fire spends his time at a local pre-school, learning his ABCs and how to make gun shooting noises. How do all little boys know how to do that? We don't even talk about guns in this house.
Today when I arrived home, the husband informed me that we had a bad report from school today. That is unusual for our boy. Despite my loud and obnoxious tendencies, he's usually a very well-behaved kid.
Well, of course, I needed details.
Apparently, during the 5 p.m. snack, as the kids were saying their little daily affirmation prayer, my beloved son yelled out "PENIS."
What the fuck...
Ok, I'll admit right now, I started laughing. I had to go behind the door so he couldn't see me laughing because it is NOT ok to yell "penis" during prayer time.
When I finally had myself under controlled, I asked him why he wanted to yell "penis" during prayer time?
He replied, "I wanted to say a prayer because I have my penis and I like it most of the time."
Really, how can you argue with that logic? Truth is, you can't. So at dinner tomorrow night, we've agreed to let him thank God for his penis.
Obsessed from birth, I swear.
P.S. Rock Chalk Jayhawk, bitches..
3 comments:
AWESOME!
Yeah, he's pretty cool! I have to admit. At least he didn't call it a winky or pee-pee or something retarded.
That's my boy! Knows the names to all the sex organs!
You do too, don't you perv?
that's hilarious. My son does the same weird stuff and I am always wondering "where does he come up with this?"
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