January 24, 2007

Comments Up. WTF

oooookayyy,

Now comments seem to be working, AFTER I'd fiddled with everything I could think to fiddle with and resigned myself to creating a new blog from scratch.

Arg.

Will try to post something mildly interesting/entertaining soon, but here's something to make you feel better about your parenting choices: I am incapable of suppressing my laughter when my son says "penis head." I know I should be an adult about it, but the first time he said it--and it was totally my fault for insisting that he start using the proper name for his piece-parts instead of "wee-wee"--I just guffawed.

If you've been around a 5-year-old, you know what happens when you give them that sort of response. But "penis-head" is apparently my poker face's Waterloo. Even typing it makes me giggle.

So, having lost the moral high ground without even a struggle, I had to settle for the "we don't say 'penis head, because it's ugly, and especially not in public" speech, and then leave the room before I lost all control of my laughter. Again.

Proof positive that someone with the mental age of 12 can at least try to raise a child.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at January 24, 2007 09:29 AM | TrackBack
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It sounds like an etymological misunderstanding he picked up at school.

``Dickhead'' is actually from German, thick-head.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at January 24, 2007 11:24 AM

GREAT !! No, really, I mean it. Great ! Now the two of you have 'something' of your own. Just the two of you. A special word! Cool! This will get your hundreds of mommy-points. Use the word sparingly, but use it. Eventually it will loose its magic and it won't be cool anymore but by that time, you will have found another cool word to use. Meantime, enjoiy having a little something extra in the mom-son special dept.
Sounds a bit silly, I'm sure, but I have 5 sons. It seems they were all born just a few short years ago and now it looks like they'll all be grown and gone by next month, so, hey, I'll take any crumb of attention I can get. If a silly word will get me a half-minute of conversation as they pass through the kitchen, I'll take it.
Disclaimer: results may vary.

Posted by: sentimentalhousewife at January 24, 2007 04:12 PM

Alternate its use with "butt-head" and you will have the situation covered coming and going.

Posted by: Roxanne at January 24, 2007 04:16 PM

OK - it's off topic but it does concern motherhood and links back a bit to the prior posts about English departments.

http://liestoppers.blogspot.com/2007/01/only-race-matters-duke-woman-speaks.html

So BAW, ever gotten any grief for getting an English degree and then "wasting your life" raising kids?

Posted by: locomotive breath at January 25, 2007 10:48 AM

LB -

If anyone of my acquaintance ever thought that was the case, I imagine that they would have been too afraid to point it out to me.

As well they should be.

Posted by: BAW at January 25, 2007 11:33 AM

Thurber said that nothing of significance happened to him until he started raising Scotties at age 33.


Posted by: Ron Hardin at January 25, 2007 12:55 PM

Someone should have told that Thurber guy to shut up and let someone else talk once in a while.

Posted by: marc at January 25, 2007 01:13 PM

Thurber relates Polk's reply to Lincoln's assessment that Polk was a ``bewildered, confounded, miserably perplexed man.'' Something like

``You tell that Lincoln guy that I've never been so bewildered I couldn't tell the back of a shovel from a piece of writing paper.''


Posted by: Ron Hardin at January 25, 2007 06:58 PM
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