listeningI 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!