Okay, I know… strange topic. But let me explain. Kota was born with a communicating groin hernia, which even after surgery, has always made his look like an innie, which is what has led to some of our potty training issues, there’s just not enough that pokes out for him to hold and aim. Now that you know way more that you wanted, here’s where this leads.
Monday morning, I was giving them baths and blabbering on the phone like most mornings with my friend Holly. By the time I got Kota out of the tub, I hadn’t realized he had an erection. Yep, frightening as it sounds, they get them at that age too. I left him standing there long enough for me to grab a towel and start to dry Bryant, and remember now, I’m blabbering on the phone with Holly, only slightly paying attention to the wet dog looking child behind me. All of a sudden I hear, Momma Momma, momma momma… Ya’ll know this call, the one that doesn’t stop until you say “WHAT DEAR?!!” I turned around to answer him, and he flings his towel open, and says “LOOOOOK Momma, BIGGGGGGGGG Goober!” And there he was in all his glory, proud if his big goober, while I try to pick myself up off the floor from laughing, long to enough to explain to Holly, that my proud son has a BIG GOOBER! This whole potty training thing has made him totally fascinated by his own appendage! So the last thing I see as I’m trying to pick up towels and tidy up the bathroom on my Monday morning, was my son running down the stairs, almost singing that he had a big goober, mom, a very big goober. (Yep, my boy has issues).
It sometimes makes me think…Yes, they make both look just like me, but boy oh boy they sure act like their daddy cause sadly, I could almost picture my sweet, dear darling hubby, doing the same thing on some random morning!
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