Saturday, March 31, 2007
The doorbell rang at about noon today. My young son and I were still in our pajamas. I answered to find a smiling woman with a Bible under her arm and a religious leaflet in her hand. Before she could launch into her spiel, I firmly but politely said, "We're not interested," and closed the door.
I turned around to find my not-quite-four year old standing with his pants around his ankles and a big smile on his face. "I'm showing my penis," he said proudly.
We immediately had a conversation about private body parts.
I do wonder what exactly the lady at the door had time to see and what horrified thoughts crossed her mind.
I was also wearing my Flying Spaghetti Monster t-shirt.
My older son had the day off from school yesterday. We went out for a short walk to a nearby store. Inside, one of the clerks was admiring our dog. "I think he would like me to pet him," she said.
"Go ahead, he smells better than he sometimes does," said my not-quite nine year old. "He hasn't had a bath in a year."
"My longest stretch was from September until last week," he boasted.
I was back in the same store today, this time with just the dog. The store was very crowded and a number of people were lined up behind me at the cash. "I remember you," said the clerk. "I thought it was funny when your son said he hadn't bathed in seven months."
It's those little moments that make a mother proud.