Head, shoulders, knees and toes...
Tonight as my darling Boo readied himself for bed he shouted from his bedroom, "Hey mom! Gimme my money back! My jammy shorts have a POCKET in the front! I can put my money in there!"
My daughter, ever the investigator, went in to review just what in the hell he was talking about when Boo realized his hand went straight through the pocket.
"I don't think THAT is a pocket." my daughter said in her best "so what" voice as she rolled her eyes all the way back to her room.
Just then, Boo came walking out of his room to me with his hand thoroughly jammed into the front of his drawers all the way out the bottom and announced, "It isn't a good pocket but look! I can touch my knees!"
Pass the birthday bourbon and make it snappy.
My daughter, ever the investigator, went in to review just what in the hell he was talking about when Boo realized his hand went straight through the pocket.
"I don't think THAT is a pocket." my daughter said in her best "so what" voice as she rolled her eyes all the way back to her room.
Just then, Boo came walking out of his room to me with his hand thoroughly jammed into the front of his drawers all the way out the bottom and announced, "It isn't a good pocket but look! I can touch my knees!"
Pass the birthday bourbon and make it snappy.
2 Comments:
That sounds like the kind of pocket that gives one ready access to the family jewels. :)
That brought back memories! My oldest used to keep his matchbox cars in his "pocket".
I should blog about it and embarass the hell out of him.
When my other son was four (being a little smarter), he stuck his hand out of his fly and said, "Look mommy, I have 5 penis's" (what is plural for penis? I should look that up because that comes up so often, you know)
Another blogworthy episode.
So many funny moments with boys. Too little time to blog about it!
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