Last night Alastair was wearing underwear (big step!). He'd stood up off the potty and was attempting to pull them up by himself, when they stopped dead on his boy-bits. He tugged and tugged, then looked at me and said, "I have a big pee-pee".
I thought we'd at least get to the pre-teen years before obsessing over the size of our genitals.
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Let's hope he doesn't start singing a song about it.
No, the current hot song of the week is the doodoo song:
There's a doodoo in my closet,
Don't know who put it there,
Makes my clothes smell terrible,
Gotta wash my underwear.
That song will now be in my head for the rest of the day.
For some reason, I'm OK with that.
That kid is smart. Twisted, but smart. ;) Love the doodoo song.
ha ha, love that confidence!
Don't put that off on your boy. I have a vivid memory of standing in the church parking lot with you handing me an ultrasound picture that showed that you were having a boy. You were very pleased with how obvious it was.
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