Bad Mom Monday: a weekly post about why I might be a bad mom.
This was a recent conversation with the kids while on our way to Nana’s.
Monkey brought up “nuts”. Yes, those nuts. Now, I make a point of using correct biological words for all body parts but somehow his father, my husband, still managed to teach him the fundamentals of guy talk and at some point during their primitive garage get-togethers has taught my son “nuts” and “balls”. I’m pretty sure there’s a piss bucket in the garage too. (And that’s a whole ‘nother story about why my daughter is angry that she can’t go pee in the garage.)
Monkey: He didn’t have any nuts!? Hahaha.
Me: No, buddy. He said guts.
Me: Monkey, do you know what part of the body are nuts?
Monkey: Duh, you’re penis.
And then we got to Nana’s and started to hop out of the van. That’s when Abalone said: Me like to eat nuts.
And Monkey got a horrified look on his face, with a dash of confusion.
Me: No, buddy. She means like peanuts, or almonds. The nuts you eat.
And thats when my husband fell apart, doubled over, and could no longer contain himself.