After an unusually long stretch of not one kid-free moment for me, I could feel my internal reserves running on fumes. Usually I do a fair job of getting out, taking care of myself which I’ve come to find a non-luxury but an honest necessity in this stage of life I’m in with little kids, homeschooling, not working outside the home…
So last night around 9 I headed over to a friends’ home (her husband is out of town for the week) for a movie, popcorn and good wine. It was just what I needed only I was left in charge of movie selection and I’m embarrassed to say that my choice was not the best. We watched The Blind Truth-a smutty, low quality romantic comedy chock full of sexual innuendo.
At dinner tonight, I intimated to Chris that the movie had been fairly sub par. He asked what it was about, to which I replied “It was about the ‘truth’ of what men really want.” He cracked a smile and instantly caught my drift.
But Rylee immediately responded exceedingly confident that she knew the answer:
We were undone. I’m still laughing typing it. I hope she thinks that all men want is coke for MANY years to come 🙂
Kyler (bursting in the door from the yard): “Mom, I saw Mason’s peanut. It’s huge. And it’s a hairy peanut.”
Two things are important here:
- Mason is the dog who lives behind us
- Peanut is Kyler’s term for boy private parts
I hid behind the counter laughing. Mainly because my mother was there and I wanted to act grown up enough not to bust a gut laughing at bathroom humor. But really, I’m not grown up enough. Yet.