I think I’m getting to an age where I need to consider stronger glasses and <gasp> hearing aids! Never was the latter more pronounced than earlier this week as I was driving my 10-year old home from swim practice. During his endless monologue from the back seat – and my tuning in and out with an occasional “uh huh” or “wow” – I was startled out of my near coma (from listening to his constant narrative from the back seat) when the following conversation took place.
“Hey Mom, Guess what? I’m a penis,” Braden proclaimed proudly.
“Huh?” I asked. Surely I didn’t hear him correctly.
“I’m a penis,” he repeated.
“Braden! What in the world! That’s not a nice thing to say,” I scolded. “You can’t go around calling yourself a penis! What in the world would make you think that’s okay?”
“Geesh, Mom! What the heck?!” Braden responded with no small amount of irritation. “Pianst! Pi-ah-nist! PI-AH-NIST! I play PIANO! Seriously?!”
Well…that’s a relief! I guess I’m off to get my ears checked!