30 November, 2008

A brain by any other name…

The other night Spotty Chop was getting ready for bed when I realized he was wearing big boy underwear.

“HEY, you can’t wear those to bed wack job” so he pulled them off while I turned around to grab a pull up.

“LOOK MAMA” he yelled as I turned around. He was pulling at his scrotum.

“A brain!”

I struggled not to laugh, in my head I’m thinking, well, ya, it’s wrinkly like a brain, but how do you know that?

Boy Toy was snickering “yes son, soon enough that will be the only brain you think with, but for now we call it a ball sack”

“NO IT’S MY BRAIN…MY BRAAAAAAAAAAAAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn”

And we wonder why boys are the way they are…

4 comments:

Skylar said...

hahaha, so funny yet true :)

Barb said...

Boy Toy got that right! How ironic that at such a young age Spotty recognized the "man-brain"! Funny story, and be sure to save that for the girl he brings home to meet the parents.

Heidi said...

This will be a GREAT story to save and bring it back up again at his high school graduation!!!!

Barb said...

I got your comment and, sorry to disappoint but the bride-ro-be isn't in the photo. I went back and labeled it. :-)