This may fall into the "Oops, sharing too much" category. But because it involves Henry, I figure his fan club out there will think it's too funny to pass up.
This morning, I was sitting on the couch in my nightshirt, having just fixed a huge chocolate-chip-pancake breakfast, and was getting big snuggles from my boys for having done so. Then Henry bounded off the couch to go get dressed, hesitated for a moment, then threw his arms around my knees, pressed his little cheeks against my legs and started to say "I love yo..."
But something made him stop. He screwed up his face, stuck his tongue out and stared a me as though I had turned into the creature from the Black Lagoon.
Then he bluntly explained:
"Ewww. Mommy. You. Are. Pokey."
I'm getting grief for my depilation hygiene from a 4-year-old boy. I looked at Tim and said, "Geez. You don't even say anything to me about that."
Tim smirked and simply said, "I've learned."
This morning, I was sitting on the couch in my nightshirt, having just fixed a huge chocolate-chip-pancake breakfast, and was getting big snuggles from my boys for having done so. Then Henry bounded off the couch to go get dressed, hesitated for a moment, then threw his arms around my knees, pressed his little cheeks against my legs and started to say "I love yo..."
But something made him stop. He screwed up his face, stuck his tongue out and stared a me as though I had turned into the creature from the Black Lagoon.
Then he bluntly explained:
"Ewww. Mommy. You. Are. Pokey."
I'm getting grief for my depilation hygiene from a 4-year-old boy. I looked at Tim and said, "Geez. You don't even say anything to me about that."
Tim smirked and simply said, "I've learned."
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