Drew has this thing he does where he likes to ask completely random questions that serve no purpose. Such as, “What if someone was 35 and didn’t know how to shower? What if someone brushed their teeth with a toilet brush? What if it took someone two years to say ‘One hundred’?” And just to illustrate how twisted his mind really is he added this one the other day, “What if someone was Chinese and ‘wiener’ meant ‘yes’? And then if my friends ask if I can play I could just say, ‘WIENER’!” Gee, do you think somebody's looking for a legitimate opportunity to say that word a lot more? Too much time with other boys his age on the playground, that’s what I’m thinkin’.
And then it reminded me of a Child Development class I took in college where for various reasons, the professor counseled us to use the proper names of body parts with our kids and not silly substitutes. Good advice for parents I suppose, but not effective in changing the behavior of 7 year old boys. Still, I decided then and there that when the time came I would heed my professor’s advice. Of course, that was before I had a boy and knew it would be used in casual conversation about 47 times a day. That was before I knew that my son would feign peeing on all of my walls and furniture so much that if it were real my house it would be declared unfit, a classification I am barely escaping as it is. That was before I knew he would be putting swords and light sabers between his legs and laughing hysterically at the counterfeit of the real deal.
Why?
Why do they think this is funny?
6 comments:
ok.... where do you even start to comment with this one? Sad thing is they never grow out of it either.
I'm with Heather. They only think they get funnier and funnier.
Uh...I got nothin' on the second paragraph, but as for the first, I used to ask completely random questions as a kid. I remember sitting in a restaurant with the family and asking, out of nowhere, "What if all of a sudden we were in the middle of a football field?" Maybe Drew is going to turn out REALLY smart!
Funny, another friend of mine just posted something similar to this. Her son is 11 and for his birthday, they were heading to the beach with 4 of his friends. The post was actually about wishing she had a robot, but the funny part was she'd be happiest if she could just teach the robot to burp and laugh at fart jokes. Hmmm, fun times.
The boys taught Brady "Where's your penis?"
Then they laugh hysterically when he pats the front of this diaper.
At home, fine, but when I had to bring Brady to school with me one day, and Trenton was showing off to all his little friend, not so much OK.
Wonder what the teacher must think...
Oh, the joys of boys. The real problem is my girl is just as bad. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that she is younger than he is.
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