Being the mother to a little boy is an adventure. A HUH-LARIOUS adventure. We have so many interesting conversations and situations.
One such happened last night. Roman was getting ready for his bath, using the potty, buck naked of course. I came in to get the water ready and noticed he was feelin' around down there. All kids do this, of course, and we talk about it etc. He's a squisher and I noticed he was squishing his "tenders" as we call them (thanks Kung Fu Panda for the vocabulary). I bent down to explain to him that he can't squish them because they are very delicate, and we have to be careful with his testicles, giving him the right name. "Oh, we have to be careful with my testicles." Then silence. . .and in a voice of absolute awe, as he has isolated one, "Momma...are these balls?!? Do they bounce?????!" Me, swallowing my laughter, "No, darling, they don't bounce. . .now let's get in the tub."
I'm so thankful for the opportunity to be a mother and raise a little boy. He certainly keeps me entertained and on my toes!
