First, let me explain the setting. Our main bathroom has two doors. One leads to the hallway and the other leads to my bedroom.
A couple of weeks ago, I was in the bathroom and went into my bedroom and shut the door to change my shirt. As I was getting dressed, I realized that I needed to put on some deodorant. I was in my bra and pants and had not heard anyone go into the bathroom, so I opened the door and walked in. There stood my son, Austin (12 years old) with a look of absolute horror on his face.
"MOM! PUT YOUR SHIRT ON!! THAT'S DISGUSTING!!!"
After realizing how horrified he was, I couldn't help but laugh. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. I reply,
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in here." (Chuckle, chuckle)
"Don't worry, in a couple of years you won't think about anything but boobs!"
Austin replies,
"I already think about boobs all the time...JUST NOT YOURS!! THAT'S DISGUSTING!"
Here it is, weeks later and I still can't stop thinking about this incident and laughing. What would Freud think???? Frankly, I don't care. If you can't laugh at life...especially with family...who can you laugh with!
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