My mom and I took the boys for a holiday photo shoot yesterday. The annual photography session always feels like a rite of passage. It's painful, annoying and expensive as hell, but at least the boys looked beyond cute in their matching fair isle sweaters. (Thanks to Grandma JoJo.)
Unfortunately for us, the photo studio was packed and behind schedule. The boys were bored and things were spiraling downwards when Brennan decided to perk things up a bit. In his clear as a bell preschooler voice, he turned to me and asked, "Mom, Do you have a penis?"
My mom gasped and started giggling uncontrollably as I held on to every ounce of mommy self control I possess in front of my very interested waiting room witnesses. I gave Brennan my serene mommy smile and calmly replied, "No Brennan, I do not have a penis."
Brennan returned my smile with a mischievous gaze, clearly enjoying the attentive stares of his onlookers.
"Huh," He thoughtfully replied, "So no penis for you?"
I shook my head and responded, "Nope."
The holiday photos looked good. But what would have been a better holiday card? A picture of my mother's shocked face and Brennan's apparent glee. Now that would have been a holiday card people would have savored.
P.S. Yes, I have no idea what it is with my children and their love of penis discussion in public places. Just. No. Idea. Life with three boys is fun.
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