There's a Wocket in my Pocket!
No one likes admitting their mistakes. Well, hardly anyone likes admitting their mistakes. I'm sure there is some misshapen crayon out there.
I... Yes, I must do this. I... I made a mistake.
I was really trying to help. Trying to make it easier on all of our (read: my family and traumatized friends) lives. I just wanted to give him something in which to relate. Something that he could identify with. You know, to help him figure out the right way to do this. I went about it all the wrong way, and now he is so confused. So very confused.
You see...
...When I was teaching him how to put on his own underwear, I told him to put the tag in back, and the pocket in front..
Nate: Mommy, look, I put my hands in my pants.
Jen: Nate, you really shouldn't stick your hands in your pants like that.
Nate: But, Mommy, it's a pocket!
Jen: Oooooh. Oooooh crap.
What a charmer.
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posted by Jen at
11:16 AM
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6 Comments
6 Comments:
I like your title today. Yes you may borrow my brother anytime. Thanks for visiting my site.
23 February, 2008 15:33
Too dang funny. Let's hope he learns where his real pockets are by the time he turns 18!
23 February, 2008 15:49
rofl
23 February, 2008 17:02
That is too cute...and so is he!
24 February, 2008 05:14
THAT is funny! I always called it the peep hole~ What is it's real name?
24 February, 2008 15:27
Now that is funny! Kids take things so literally. When I was little my mom told me to put away my play-doh or it would "draw ants." I deliberately left it out because I wanted to see my play-doh draw a picture.
27 February, 2008 07:59
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