I took Michael to get his hair cut last night. It's been a while because after the last cut I decided that I wanted Michael's curls to grow in. I called over to Supercuts to see if they were busy. They weren't.
Michael did great. He sat on the booster seat for the first time, and handled it like a big boy. The woman asked me what I wanted done, and I explained that I wanted the back cleaned up but to keep the curls on top. It turns out that you can only get one kind of haircut at Supercuts. Short. She did a wonderful cut, but it wasn't what I wanted. I guess now I have an excuse to not get his hair cut again for several months.
Michael was covered in hair, so I gave him a bath once we got home. Boy does he love water. I think he could play in the tub all day if I let him. However, he does need to do other things like eat and sleep, so we keep it to a minimum. I just drain the tub, and he normally gets the hint.
As he was getting ready to stand up and get out of the tub, he said, "Kiss my peanut." But he didn't say peanut. He said the appropriate term for his, um, you know.*
My mommy alarm went off, and I mean big time. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! What did he just say? Oh my god! Oh my god! No, he couldn't have just said that. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!
I tried to remain calm even though I was freaking out inside. "What was that sweety?"
"Kiss my Peanut!"
Resume Oh my gods!
What is going on here? Why is my kid saying this? Oh my god! What's going on at Daycare? I'm going to have to kill someone!
Calm, must remain calm.
"Why do you want me to kiss you?"
Please let this make sense. Please, please, please.
"I sat on glasses."
"Ouch, I sat on glasses."
***light bulb goes off.***
Michael had brought his sunglasses up to the bath with him saying they were water goggles. When he had shifted to get out of the tub, he must have pinched the boys with the hinge on the glasses. I can't imagine that it felt too good, so he did what he always does when something hurts. He asked for a kiss.
Phew. That sure scared me for the all of 2 seconds it took to figure out what was going on.
*I'd say it, but I don't want to think about what kind of Google searches would lead here.