So, we’ve always taught the boy the scientific names for his private parts, because “cutesy” names for genitalia and bodily functions just annoys me. And he’s fascinated by the anatomy section of his illustrated reference books.
This morning, as I’m trying to get him dressed and out the door to take one of his paintings to Michaels to have it framed, he comes into my bathroom. From his boxer shorts are dangling a pair of socks, one through each leg.
He announced; quite proudly I might add, “Mom! My testicles have tentacles!”
Hee. My kid. I think I’ll keep him.
In other news, we’ve spent all day building a volcano. Now, to go make a mess on the back porch. Hooray!