Secret Agent Mom

As he was heading out the door for school:

"I always thought you were part of a secret society of adults that hates kids.

But I think you might be a secret agent working to get their secrets and take them down."

Mark My Words

Busy couple of days for Drew's mouth...

Today he and I went on a long bike ride and came home sweaty and tired, and I headed upstairs to shower.  He came in after I got undressed; he was nekkid and looking for his swimsuit.  He walked by, turned back-to-back with me, and bumped behinds with me.  I shouted "Nasty!  We're both all sweaty and gross!  Also!  Sooo not appropriate!"

He got his swimsuit and left, but as he did, I could hear him say, "Mark my words...this will not be the last time we bump sweaty butts..."

I fear for the future.

One for the "skills" section of the resume

Mom.  They say you can't learn anything while in the bathroom.  But I did!  Look!  I can make my balls suck back into my body!  Watch!  Oh, I guess it only works when I'm sitting down.  Cool, huh?

Number 3

I got this email from his teacher today:

"Today Drew was in the bathroom for a while and when he came back explained that he had taken a "number three".  Curious  I asked, "Number three?" To which he replied, " yes Mrs. K****, it's a mix of a number one and a number two." Sounding like diarrhea, I asked him if he felt okay and that if he had another number three to let me know.

Gave me a good chuckle...in all my time working with kids, a number three was a first for me to hear."