As most of my friends and family know, I rarely get embarrassed about anything. It’s good and bad because sometimes I embarrass other people, i.e., my family and friends, by saying something they find embarrassing and that’s awkward for them. Then I feel bad that I made someone feel awkward and I want to say, “Just don’t be embarrassed! You have to laugh. It’s easy.”
Especially when I blog, lots of times I run ideas by Kevin because he’s very easily mortified by me and our children so he’s a good judge of what to put out there and what I shouldn’t put out there.
(If Kevin wasn’t so adorable when he blushes, I’d probably get less of a kick out of doing it over and over.)
Anyway, this morning started off the same as most mornings. We were running a tad bit behind. I dropped off Colman, Liam and then Rowan in that order. Rowan is the longest drop-off because I have to walk him into school and he has to stop by and say “Hello” and give hugs and kisses to all the previous teachers he’s had before. Thank God he’s in pre-K, otherwise I’d never get to work on time.
We finally made it upstairs to Rowan’s room. Rowan was excitedly talking about the hat he made yesterday that he was going to get to wear in chapel and the fact that it was Friday, which means he gets to go to Soccer Shots. I signed him in, then he signed himself in, and I placed his lunchbox in his cubby. Then we washed his hands and we went through the whole kiss-hug routine as we normally do which takes way longer than I think it probably should, but I just go with it.
Then Rowan says, “Mommy, you blow me?”
“Excuse me?” I asked, caught a little off guard by his request.
“You blow me. Blow my belly,” he said, lifting up his shirt and exposing his little pot belly.
Much to my relief, I realized he wanted me to blow raspberries on his stomach or as Bill Cosby termed them, “Zirbits.” Rowan loves, loves, loves to be tickled.
“No, baby. I’m not going to do that right now. I’ll see you later. Okay?”
As I started to walk down the hall, Rowan yells after me, “Okay, Mommy. But you’re going to blow me tonight, right?”
Why couldn’t I have a four-year-old whose speech is impossible to understand?
I just turned and gave him a smile, “Yeah, maybe,” I said, ignoring the odd looks from the few other parents standing in the hallway.
But I may be tired. Or have a headache.
Let’s just say the timing is unfortunate since Rowan’s teacher pulled me aside yesterday and said Rowan was pulling on his privates quite a lot yesterday and the day before.
“Um, yeah, he’s a little boy and that’s just what little boys do. He probably needed to go potty.”
“Well, we asked him and he said he didn’t need to go,” she said.
“In my experience they always say they don’t need to go, but I’ll ask him about it.”
Then I wanted to add, It’s called a wenis. Because how else do you get a word in the dictionary unless you make it a little more mainstream?
By the way, I didn’t run this blog by Kevin because I didn’t feel the need. Half of San Antonio had already heard it due to Rowan yelling to me down the hallway.
Kids! Agh. What’s the most embarrassing thing your kids have said or done? I’m giving away a $25 Amazon gift card, so leave a comment in the “Comments” section of this blog and you’ll be entered to win. I’ll use random.org to choose the winner, and let you know by Wednesday of next week. 🙂