Things My Child Said

It is quite common to kiss 'ouchys' on those wee. At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy. I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see. Soon, he called out with words that completely shook me, "Mom, it washed red and sore, please come kiss my pee-pee." Shopping, strolling him down the grocery store aisle where female hygiene products are sorted in piles, my son, age four, earnestly said, "When I'm grown, I'll buy all these things with flowers on them for my wife." His words styled a smile in me that would last for life. I used mild-applied wooden spoons for mood anchors. This set me up for disgust from food cart flankers when my son yelled, "Look Mom, a hole bag of spankers." My child, four, eyed that, not the shelved Power Rangers? I hoped no one would report child welfare dangers. Once, when a minister summed up his sermon's span asking "Who's the greatest force in the universe?", my son, at five, stood up with some dramatic plan. Lifting his toy hero as high as small ones can, he enthusiastically declared, "Batman!" Thoughts of vacation, developed my fav word pearl, "How many times do I wake up before Disney World?"