It sounds a lot worse than it really was. Tonight as I was tucking Aubrey and Emma into bed, Emma had a small basketball she was carrying around as if it was a baby. While I was reading “Pinkalicious” and trying to be a very sweet Mommy, Emma chunked the ball at her sister’s head.
“EMMA! Stop it. If you throw the ball again I will take it away.”
“I didn’t do it Momma, it did it all by it-sef. Mm-hmm, yeah. It did.”
With a completely serious face I picked the ball up looked it straight in its, um, face (?) and talked to it, “You listen to me, Ball. If you can’t behave you will not sleep in Emma’s bed! Do you understand?”
“Him under-dan, Momma.”
The ball slipped from my hand as I tried to put it back in Emma’s bed and before I could bend over to pick it up, Aubrey lunged of her bed and picked it up with her teeth.
“Aubrey! Stop it! We don’t bite balls! Ever-” I couldn’t even finish reprimanding her, much less reading “Pinkalicious” without laughing hysterically. Aubrey and Emma laughed with me…hopefully because I was laughing and not because they understood what I had said…
I don’t even HAVE a boy. How do I end up talking about this stuff all the time???
Love this especially since I have a boy!!! So funny!!! Thanks for sharing!!!
April Conn Cochran
Too funny. I had three boys before I had my girl. 😉
I hopped over from Rachelle's blog =)
I have a boy for a husband and this kind of talk cracks.him.up. And also "cut the cheese." Ladybug (my toddler) asks me to "cut the cheese" all the time. Oops, I guess I'm laughing at that too! There's my inner 12-year-old showing again!
Ha! Made me laugh ALOT! Anderson is currently obsessed with grabbing my boobies…and he knows what they are called too. I bet the folks at Daycare LOVE me!
I have four boys, so the "ball" word is nothing new around our house (and I'm not talking about a basketball, either!). My twins are really into "potty talk" right now. They would have laughed hysterically at your slip-up!
On a related vein, you're right to tell your daughter not to bite them. When one of my teens was a young boy, we bought a big plastic ball at the store, which he held in his hands as he sat in his car seat in the back seat. All of a sudden, as I was driving, I heard a huge explosion! I thought my tire blew out or somebody shot at the car! I realized that my son had bit the ball and it exploded in his face! Fortunately, he wasn't hurt — only scared (me, too!) — but I never let any of my boys have a ball in the car again!
Luckily we haven't reached that word yet with my 4 year old boy! I can only imagine the conversations that will surround that word.
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