Conversations at our house recently have become pretty racy and finally it’s not because of me! It may be because my son Azul is now six and understanding more or because he is in Kindergarten now and picking up things said at school or because he is my little clone and talking more and more like me every day. Oh, I guess it could still be because of me.

Well, whatever it is, it’s funny!

Last night, we were going through Azul’s standard bed time routine, getting PJs on, brushing teeth and washing his face. Unfortunately, it’s never as smooth as just getting those things done, there is always an addition of talking or playing or wrestling, and sometimes all three. This night was a combo of playing and wrestling. After the last of the toothpaste was spat out of his mouth he assumed an offensive stance and then attacked. With a jump and a foot in the air, he yelled, “I’m going to kick you in the penis!”

I was a little taken back by that, physically and mentally, but trying to stand my ground I looked right at him and replied, “I don’t have a penis.”  With my eyebrows raised, I waited for his response. Don’t underestimate your Mommy, I’m ready for you.

“Then, I’ll kick you in the vagina!” Now my eyes were wide open, I wasn’t ready for that.

His expression changed from aggressiveness to concern and he asked, “Do you have a vagina?”

I cracked up laughing and answered the questioned posed with a simple, “yes.”

Then shrugging his shoulders, he looked right at me and said, “I wasn’t sure.”

Then we both cracked up. Oh, my little clone, it is because of me!