Do any of you parents of boys find that when their pants come off, er...how do I put this delicately? The, um, "apparatus" instantly becomes a weapon of mass destruction? And I'm not talking about when the little guys were babies and tried to hose you down every time you changed their diaper. I mean when, say, they're getting dressed in the morning and they're in that "in between" stage (aka "naked") and suddenly you find yourself getting shot at by their...uh...gun. And it's a very versatile weapon, I've found-- able to shoot anything from lasers to bullets. But what I want to know is; at what point in a boy's life does this unique part cease being a toy? Never? I thought so....
Okay, one more. Am I the only parent (I already know the answer to this, being just one in a large family of "inappropriate laughers"-- but I still want to throw this out to the general population) who, hypothetically speaking of course, finds the thought of her daughter fainting in a nursing home due to the unpleasant smell absolutely hilarious? Alright, obviously this is not a hypothetical situation (but it was a run-on sentence). Ruby actually did faint in just such a manner. Her teacher called to try and ease the news to me in calming tones.
Teacher: "Nona, I don't want you to worry because she's fine, but Ruby had a little accident today. She fainted at the nursing home-- but I caught her! She's okay!"
Me: "Really?! Hahhahahhhahahhahhahhahhahhaaaaaaahhhhaaaaahahaaaaahahhaa!"
Fainting is funny. And I can't be the only one who thinks so or they wouldn't dedicate entire segments to it on America's Funniest Home Videos. (Dang, I may have missed a money-making moment there! But I did not miss the chance at alliteration.)
So...anyone else?
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