And then I leaned over and pretended to munch on his belly. This always leads to a big smile and laugh and we go along. I have done this a million times but today, things changed. Little did I know this would lead to my demise and ultimate humiliation. In which he started screaming at the TOP OF HIS LUNGS in a 30 minute repetitious monologue, "Don't eat my balls. Momma, Don't Eat My Balls. Stop it. Stop it." All the way through the store as I dodged the judgmental glances from the mothers of GIRLS and as I tried to explain to the shoppers glaring my way, all the way to the check out line he was fuming, "Don't do that momma. Don't eat my balls. I don't like that." Oh Lord, give me girls.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Send Bail Money ASAP
Baby Twerp has Rain Man tendencies. I have come to accept this in my life. What I am still coming to grips with is how this seems to rear its ugly head at the most inconvenient moments with the most inconvenient phrases which can ultimately lead to my arrest. While most children cannot remember what their parents spoke to them 8.421 seconds ago, Baby Twerp has never had to endure this burden. Not only does he remember EVERY word EVER spoken to him. He has a tendency to fixate on these words and never let them go.We went to Target this morning and Baby Twerp noticed the Hungry Hippo game in the toy aisle. He said in his sweet inquisitive voice, "What you do with this?" I was in a hurry trying to find the perfect shade of pink tulip for my new peek-a-boo-toe heels and hastily said, "It's a game with hippos and you eat their balls."