I have said before I am not meant to be the mom to any boys(much less 2 of them) because I have a hard time with the outdoor plumbing factor. Girl parts are simple, boy parts you have to admit are a little strange. It takes come getting used to, and I honestly am not sure I am ever going to get used to it.
This point was driven home to me today as I took Brendan to go potty, and he sat on the toilet and started to play. Being male, his toy of choice is his penis. I thought I’d seen it all- the yanking, the bending, the amazing ability to try to stuff his penis into his belly button. Oh no. It gets better. Tonight I got the pleasure of seeing my son attempt to, for lack of a better description, make a ‘pig in a blanket’ with his privates.
Yeah. I’ll let you work that one out in your head.
LOL! Makes me think of that HBO show (I think it was a Real Sex episode) that showed men that travel around giving shows about all the “things” they can make out of their penises. (A hamburger, pig in a blanket, a man with a tophat and bow, I think… I forget the rest, but there were ALOT of them)
Who knows, maybe Brendan is destined for stardom!
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LOL!!! Sara, that is too funny! We have the “your penis is not a toy, it’s for going pee pee with” philosophy. The toy part comes later when they are older.
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Oh my gosh! I am in hysterics. I too am not made for boys. Zach is constantly playing when exposed. It cracks me up. I wince, I don’t know how he doesn’t.
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