From the mouths of babes....

We spend the first few years of our children's lives trying to get them to talk...and then we spend the rest of our lives trying to keep them from saying something stupid. It's always an interesting time when your child learns new words and phrases, especially when those new words and phrases are of the "colorful" variety....like the other day.

Seth and I were at mom and dad's cabin when Seth noticed that the place was full of wasps. He ran outside to where we were and asked GMA to come and kill the wasp and that she should hurry because the wasp "looks pissed". Yup, pissed. As if that isn't enough, he has also begun to speak in "chat". When he asked me for an apple I said "what's the magic word?" and I was answered with the letters P-L-Z. Good grief, my son is an official Sign-o-the times. I guess I'm going to have to put my foot down....PDQ.

I'm officially a weirdo...

...at least according to my son I'm sure. It all started with a trip to the doctor today in which the good doc discovered (by some poking and prodding) that my son was constipated. I was given a prescription for a laxative and orders to give it to him until "nature took it's course". The only way to be sure, since I don't normally escort my son to the bathroom anymore, is to ask. I called him aside and told him that I "need to know when you poo"...and the look I received back was priceless. This dazed and confused look was followed with a timid "why?", to which I could only explain what the laxative was for...and of course my words were wasted on a seven year old.

So now here I sit, a strange old man in my son's eyes...with a strange fascination about his bowel movements and a two year supply of mystery powder that gets served in apple juice.

The joys of parenthood...asking questions of your own children that would get you thrown in jail if it were someones kid other than your own.