My mother has never really appreciated my sense of humor. I always thought I was quite funny, but I remember her being rather embarrassed by my tactics. I am sure when I thought I was a riot, she thought I was being distasteful. I can't help but have concern that she would disapprove of this post, so for all of you (those few of you) that stop by here, please be warned. You might want to stop reading and move to the next post. (I do think my midwifery associates would find the innocent humor though, and I encourage you all to continue reading and add your own comments!).
Moms of boys will tell you that boys will make a gun out of anything. It doesn't seem to matter how pure and wholesome we try to make their environment, not allowing guns in the house and no violence on television. After a few boys, we surrender and simply caution them not to kill each other.
My little Simon was playing in the office while I was trying to catch up on work the other night and he found himself a gun in the top drawer of my exam table. I think he's brilliant and adorable. My mother would be mortified.
Those chubber legs are pretty cute too!
