A Bee in his bonnet
We were leaving the house to go to the chiropractor's today. B looked a bit uncomfortable and seemed to be holding his private parts.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"No."
He moved his hands away from his pants. There seemed to be a bit of a bulge there, but I thought it was probably one of those things that little boys go through and, being female, I really didn't understand and didn't want to start a conversation about.
As we got to the front door, he moved his hand back to his pants. I noticed that the bulge had moved and was actually at the top of his leg.
"B, take the toy out of your pants."
"How did you know I had a toy in there?"
"Because I'm your mother, that's why."
"So you can see through pants?"
"Yes."
And out came a Bee Movie toy from McDonalds. Why he needed to hide it in his pants I don't know -- and don't want to know.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"No."
He moved his hands away from his pants. There seemed to be a bit of a bulge there, but I thought it was probably one of those things that little boys go through and, being female, I really didn't understand and didn't want to start a conversation about.
As we got to the front door, he moved his hand back to his pants. I noticed that the bulge had moved and was actually at the top of his leg.
"B, take the toy out of your pants."
"How did you know I had a toy in there?"
"Because I'm your mother, that's why."
"So you can see through pants?"
"Yes."
And out came a Bee Movie toy from McDonalds. Why he needed to hide it in his pants I don't know -- and don't want to know.
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