Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Because it's there
My son is now three. He is also a boy. Anatomically, he has some parts that protrude, parts his sisters don't have. This, of course, can mean one thing, and one thing only. He has begun grabbing his unit. Much to my wife's chagrin, I might add. I can tell it drives her nuts (oops, Freudian slip?) when she sees him hanging on to things. With the exasperation that only mothers can muster, she will tell him to cut it out. He's a good little guy. He lets go. For a time. But, eventually, he is hanging on for dear life again. I tried to tell him the other day that if he grabs things too much, they will fall off. It didn't phase him. I suppose he just isn't yet at the age that scare tactics work. Saturday night, though, he cracked me up. I got him out of the shower. Naturally, he walks, naked, into his bedroom, where the putting on of the clothes will occur. As per protocol. Being naked, as he was, things were just that much more accessible. I look over, and there he is, hanging on like he is afraid he is going to lose it. "Dude, what are you doing?" I ask, in what I thought was a nonchalant manner. "Daddy, I'm just grabbing my funny bone," he coolly replies. I was speechless. Still, thinking back on the moment, I laugh. I mean, of all the things he could have come up with to call his package, this 3 year old comes up with funny bone. That is pure comedy gold there. You can't write that kind of stuff. What could I say? After all, he was just grabbing his funny bone.