My son and I went to play basketball today, but first we had to purchase a pump to blow up the ball. After the store, we got in the car and he took the pump in the front seat with him. With a big smile on his face, he placed the end of the hose in his crotch, laughed and said “Time to pump it up!”.
Just one of the small joys of being the parent of an 11 year old with an active imagination...
Sunday, December 28, 2008
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Heh heh - but at least you were not required to personally inspect a tiny chafe-mark on a scrotum in your Professional Capacity as Dr Mom, as Son complained mightily of The Pain & Discomfort of it all...
[that was my pathetic attempt to elicit cheap humour at my son's expense - after all, I don't HAVE a scrotum to chafe!]
I'll pick an unlikely candidate, "My Back Pages":
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
What fiction does Charile Brown seek to protect by repeatedly accepting Lucy's challenge?
Alternate selection: "It Ain't Me, Babe".
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2amsomewhere
Val - It is amusing to watch kids learn how to treat their genitals with due respect. Pain and Discomfort indeed - I'll bet you got quite an earful!
2am - thank you for the selection - very wise words - I have that album and will have to put it onto CD later tonight, now that you mention it.
Maybe the fiction that he is still able to kick it? I don't know. I have never regarded Lucy and her challenge as fiction. It was all very real to me.
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