Oh, The Stories I Will Tell
Tonight finds me holding four tickets to see Peking Acrobats with my two oldest children and husband. Can you just imagine the tricks my children will be attempting tomorrow?
I can, especially since I've finally set up my mini-trampoline a few days ago, and both kids have taken turns catching some serious air.
In fact, the other day, I caught my son merrily rebounding away, minus his pants.
"Honey, you need to have pants on!" I had visions of weird impact injuries to delicate parts, and besides, the trampoline was big as you please right in front of the window.
"Mommy, my pants were weighing me down. Now I can jump, and my dingus can jump too! And I can kick my own butt! See? Laller laller laller!" *insert poppin' fresh dough boy laugh and the sound of bare heels hitting bare bottom*
Oh, uh, hm. No. No, that isn't okay. Funny, but no.
"Pants, please. I'll help you get them."
"But, my ding won't fly then."
"Yes. I know. It's for the best." I don't think he bought it, but he did put the pants back on.