Nuts

For those of you who know my middle son, Cameron, you will be able to conjure up your own little mini-movie to go with the story that follows. :)

I came in the door the other night, from work, and just as I get both feet firmly planted on the landing at the back door...Cameron and Dominic rush to greet me. I am slathered with hugs, high-fives and kisses and a breathless "Hi Mom." Dominic's greeting follows closely behind but it is, "Hi Babe."

As with every day, Cameron sweetly asks, "So, how was your day Mom? Did you have a good day at work? Did you have fun with your friends? How is your boss?"

Smiling from ear to ear, inside and out, I said, "It was a great day. We got a lot of work done and had fun doing it and Lynn is great. Thanks for asking." I pause, "How was your day?"

Mind you, I am still standing at the back door, on the landing, purse and bag in hand...

"Oh, mine wasn't so good...my friend kicked me in the nuts." He cups his prized possessions and continues, "It doesn't feel very good when your nuts get kicked."

Ok- Inside I am LMFAO. Stan is sitting at the kitchen table, back to me, shaking from his attempt at stifled laughter. On the outside, I am proper Mom. Outside I am unphased.

"Oooooh. I am sorry to hear that. Was it an accident?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well, you'll have to tell me if they keep hurting or if you have any problems peeing -ok? (Can't keep the stray thought of would be nice if you could actually keep your pee in the toilet and flush everytime from entering my mind) and you know what?" I make sure he is engaged, "Yes." he says.

"You shouldn't say nuts. It doesn't sound very nice. Maybe...privates? Testicles is even better - it's the proper word."

"Well ok, but I'm going to say nuts to you and Dad."



That's our Cameron :0)