My poor son (yes, he IS really mine) with those blue eyes and his fair skin, Little Man is the picture-perfect copy of his father - which, of course, means that he also tends to turn quite purple and embarrasses very easily.
"Oh, I do NOT need to be seeing these!"
Okay, so guys aren't supposed like shopping, but you'd think the boy would be used to it. With three sisters, and all. Being dragged around the shoe department, I mean. But, in his defense, I suppose shopping for underclothes, and such, can get a little, boring - especially, when you're 8!
"Relax, we're almost done, why don't you go sit down on that bench over there and please try not to look like you're dying, too much and I promise...we will go and look at some stuff that has...um...more moving parts."
With three sisters, the boy is doomed!
"I'm taking the boy and we're going out to do manly things, today!"
So, Garth (not his real name) and Little Man did some stuff - the kind that the girls and I are not supposed to know about - but, this time it was his dad who nearly died and, once the kids were in bed, Garth (not his real name) couldn't wait to tell me all about it! A pregnant woman walked into the diner... No, really - it's not a joke - apparently, Little Man and his dad were having lunch and a pregnant woman walked into the diner.
"Wow, she's ready to pop!"
My husband nearly choked on his Diet Coke...
"I know how she got that way, you know."
...and nearly died of horror...
"Really, mom told me."
"There's a special kind of hug that a man and a woman do."
Phew, it seems that Garth (not his real name) is going to live through "the talk," after all.
"And it sounds REALLY embarrassing!"
"I feel really bad for you, Dad."
He looked left, right and leaned in really close.
"Yeah, because you had to be embarrassed...FOUR TIMES!"
Rest in peace, Garth - I've also told Little Man that it's okay, if boys cry - you can thank me, later!