Life seems to happen to all of us whether we are busy cleaning house ... or we are lazing around on a Sunday afternoon. This is a conversation that Carson and I had this morning while I was in the dining room packing china.
Carson: "Mom come here"
Carson: "You gotta see my Poop!"
Me: "I don't want to see your poop"
Carson: "but Mom it is really really awesome" (awesome is his new favorite word)
Me: "Carson I will take your word that it is awesome... go ahead and flush"
Carson: "Please come look you gotta see it mom"
Me: "Carson I DO NOT want to see your poop"Carson: "Awe man mom... you missed it... is was an S like a snake and it was really really big"
Me: "I'll make sure and catch that one next time"
Seriously some of the things that come out of his mouth amaze me, and then there is this conversation. I have a sinking feeling that most males, be it a child or adult, are proud of their bathroom accomplishments. I for one will never understand the need to share that with someone else.
Then there was yesterday evening. We got home from soccer and the temps were still in the 100 degree range. Carson was hot.. I told him if he wanted to he could run in the sprinkler in the back yard to cool off. I told him to take his soccer stuff off and put on a swimsuit. I went to change laundry, and go check on him... and this is what I found...
Carson nekid as a jaybird...playing in the water. What is a mom to do? Scream and holler and make him come inside and put a suit on? Naaah...Me being me... I grab the camera took a shot or two and just sprayed the sunscreen on his bum, and made him promise NOT to climb the fence to the front yard.