Brendan comes in from outside the other day rather distressed. Oh boy, yet another fight between him and his brother.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Brother shit on my ear mommy!”
Knowing I am mis-understanding due to his speech issues, I ask him again. What happened?
Even more animated, “Mommy, brother shit on my ear!!”
I couldn’t help it, I cracked up laughing. I knew I wasn’t getting it, but the visual was too much. Still, I had to at least make the effort to keep a straight face.
“What is it Brendan, did you say brother sat on your ear?”
Looking totally, utterly annoyed, “No mommy, he SHIT ON MY EAR!!!”
I know it’s wrong, I know he was frustrated, but OMG I died. Seriously, the kind of belly-aching laugh you don’t get so much as an adult anymore. Tears rolling down my face, trying to catch my breath, howling with laughter. Yes, I truly am *that* immature.
He finally gave up, and only after he went back outside did I finally figure out he was saying Damian spit in his ear. Which led to a whole new fit of laughter.
June Cleaver would be so proud.