My Son is so NOT right…..
I was sitting here trying to catch up on my friends blogs when my just turned 12 year old son walks into the dining room.
He stands there looking at me with his finger in his nose. “Mom, I think my nose is bleeding.”
“Charlie, get your finger out of your nose!” He looks at me grinning as he pulls his finger out of his nose and says, “But I think it’s bleeding?!”
I looked at him and said, “I don’t see any blood. You may just need to go blow your nose.”
My son took his hand, placed it in front of his nose and gave a mighty blow!!! My eyebrows went up as my eyes opened wide and jaw dropped south.
“Charlie!!” I said. “What do you think you’re doing?! I meant in a tissue!” as he is laughing hysterically at me.
He extended his hand towards me and with the biggest grin on his face replies,”Hey no blood came out though….See?”
I pulled back with one eyebrow raised and told him to get his hand away from me and go wash.
He walks out of the room just giggling. I am thinking to myself, “Where did I go wrong?! He knew better than that!!”
He walked back in the room with his hand extended towards me still grinning and asked if I would like to shake his hand.
“No, I don’t think so. It may be awhile before I trust you Son.” He looks at me with the most beautiful smile and says,”I’ve never done that before. I just wanted to see what would happen.” “Yes, son. it is probably a good thing to.”
“Are you going to tell Daddy” he asks? “Ummm Yes. I will probably tell your father what you just did.”
“I bet you five bucks Daddy will think it was funny” as he bursts out laughing.
I am glad I didn’t take that bet. I would be out $5. Yes, Daddy thought that was very funny. “Oh that’s great!” as he is laughing at my indignation over the whole event.
Boys who grow up to be daddies, never really do grow up. Gross behavior will always be funny to a boy. It won’t matter if he’s 12 or 39.
That is just one of those things a mother will always have to accept. She may have two sons but there are times that it feels like three.