Last week I took my kids shopping for school clothes before they moved. Togers spent the day helping his mom load the moving van, so I started shopping with Tortellini and Mr M with the plan that she'd drop Togers off at a certain store. We finished there before she got there, so we went to a few nearby stores while we waited, including the one where Mr M picked out his new SpongeBob Boxers.
Later, when we were completely done shopping and were driving to meet their mom I realized that I'd forgotten to get new underwear for Togers.
Me: Oh no! I meant to get you some underwear, but I thought I should wait because I didn't know what kind you prefer.
Togers: Boxer briefs.
Tortellini: Actually, Dad, he goes commando.
Me: [Tortellini]! That is your brother's junk you're talking about.
Tortellini: EEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!
Me: What? You're the one that brought it up.
Tortellini: Well you're the one that had to go and make me visualize it.
Maybe they're not going to miss me that much after all.
5 comments:
Pretty vile, I must admit.
Poor Tortellini. She may be scarred for life. :(
yes, they miss you.
but that's just WRONG.
:-)
I like the term junk. Not necessarily when talking with small children, but . . . Ha.
just add that to the list of things they'll need therapy for LOL
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