I got Caleb a little soft baseball bat and ball the other day. Something that can be used inside or out. He’s shown an interest in baseball, so maybe we’ll check into T-ball next year. Anyway, he manages to get a few hits in. He decided he wanted to pitch and he threw a fast curve ball at me from about four feet away. No chance I was hitting that, so I told him to throw “underhanded.” Have you ever tried to describe this motion? It is rather difficult. I kept demonstrating by just waving my arm back and forth, but my words were floundering. He watched, thought about it for a second, then held one harm out in front of him and threw the ball at me with the other hand. Under his outstretched hand. Under-hand-ed.

Today we were walking around K-mart (I have a sad life now with no Target, it feels so ghetto to wander around Walmart and Kmart, it just isn’t the same). We rarely venture out of the toy and kid clothes section. This is the kind of K-mart that has been open for years and years. The one white floors are now gray with chipped tiles and the whole place feels dirty. The parking lot is full of -bottom your car out- potholes. I need a tetanus shot just from looking at the little merry-go-round and Ramone looking car ride-ons (the ones you put a quarter in). BUT, I will say, I’m addicted to their clothes section for kids! I have found so many cute shirts in there! Cheap, cheap, cheap too! His 4th of July shirt came from there (I didn’t want anything that was for the 4th, just something with the right colors, so I didn’t feel silly putting him in it after the 4th). And this one, same shirt, different colors. They are TWO DOLLARS. I heart a bargain!

Anyway, as I head back toward the actual point of my story…
We were heading towards the kid’s clothing section when we passed the…er..lingerie section. Caleb paused to examine a Joe Boxer flopper stopper, as my dad used to call them. It was a padded one, bright yellow with a big, old smiley face for each “girl.” Apparently those are for pre-pregnancy perky boobs, right? They even smile at you. And trust me, there is nothing smiley about them post pregnancy and breastfeeding. Anyway, he reached out with both hands and squeezed (honk honk!) and said “Do deez go on your boobies Mommy?”

“Aaah, yes, yes they do.”

“Wish we could get me dis.”

“But you don’t need that, that is for girls.”

“I don’t have any boobs Mommy. But I have some at home!”

“Not that I’m aware of. Unfortunately, girls have to take them everywhere we go.” And just think how much more pleasant jogging would be if you didn’t. Just let that marinate for a minute. Is anyone else thinking about Wanda Sykes stand up? If not, then I won’t go there, totally inappropriate language, even for me. ;)

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Comments

2 Responses to “children are very literal”

    Amber
    July 9th, 2008 2:37 pm

    Oh, dear. And yes, Wanda Sykes IS hilarious!

    Julie
    July 10th, 2008 7:29 am

    :D Kids are the best!

    I borrowed an idea from your site… I love that many of your pictures have a banner on it with your site name. I saw someone take one of my recipe photos, so I’m going to start putting my site name on them. Just lettin’ ya know because the design is kind of inspired by yours.

    Rachel says: Yes, I like to copyright most of my pictures, but sometimes when it is a huge batch, I get lazy :)

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