I have just a few minutes before the kids get home from school to blog about an experience I had with Christopher yesterday. Take a listen in on our conversation:
Me: Tell me something great about your day?
Chris: I got to play dodge ball at recess. When we came inside me and "the guys" were sitting around with our hands behind our heads and Mr. Blakeney came over to talk to us.
Me: Talk to you? About what?
Chris: Well, he told us that we needed to go home and talk to our moms about deodorant because our pits are starting to get stinky. (giggle, giggle, outright laugh)
Me: What? He said that?
Chris: Yep. You wanna smell my pits?
Me: Sure (hesitantly sniffing . . . then gagging).
Chris: So, what do you think? Do I need deodorant?
Me: Yes, you actually do!
Chris: (Fist pump in air) Yes!
Me: We'll talk to your dad about it tonight.
Two things need to be pointed out here - first, if his teacher had been a woman, I would have never heard about this conversation because he would have been humiliated by it. Second, if I had ever been the one to suggest initially that he needed deodorant, he would have fought me tooth and nail on it until the day he died! Instead, the cool man teacher brings it up, uses the words "pit" and "stinky" in the same sentence, and suddenly getting deodorant is like the coolest thing in the world. AWESOME!!!
If this weren't enough to make a ten year old's day, Chris then went to Cub Scouts and dissected a rabbit. (Bizarre and gross . . . but once again, awesome to him.) As he was drifting off to sleep he called me into his room and said sleepily, "Mom, don't forget to talk to dad about the deodorant thing." Oh, I will, Chris, don't you worry! :)
Me: Tell me something great about your day?
Chris: I got to play dodge ball at recess. When we came inside me and "the guys" were sitting around with our hands behind our heads and Mr. Blakeney came over to talk to us.
Me: Talk to you? About what?
Chris: Well, he told us that we needed to go home and talk to our moms about deodorant because our pits are starting to get stinky. (giggle, giggle, outright laugh)
Me: What? He said that?
Chris: Yep. You wanna smell my pits?
Me: Sure (hesitantly sniffing . . . then gagging).
Chris: So, what do you think? Do I need deodorant?
Me: Yes, you actually do!
Chris: (Fist pump in air) Yes!
Me: We'll talk to your dad about it tonight.
Two things need to be pointed out here - first, if his teacher had been a woman, I would have never heard about this conversation because he would have been humiliated by it. Second, if I had ever been the one to suggest initially that he needed deodorant, he would have fought me tooth and nail on it until the day he died! Instead, the cool man teacher brings it up, uses the words "pit" and "stinky" in the same sentence, and suddenly getting deodorant is like the coolest thing in the world. AWESOME!!!
If this weren't enough to make a ten year old's day, Chris then went to Cub Scouts and dissected a rabbit. (Bizarre and gross . . . but once again, awesome to him.) As he was drifting off to sleep he called me into his room and said sleepily, "Mom, don't forget to talk to dad about the deodorant thing." Oh, I will, Chris, don't you worry! :)
1 comment:
LOL!
You just got to lear how to talk like the fellers
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