Monday, March 29, 2010
My parents keep telling me to stop calling him goober because it will stick. I've thought about it and I just can't help myself. He is such a goober!!
A little while ago, I took Goob to the dentist with his sister. We are sitting there making small talk with the hygienist while his sister is getting her teeth cleaned and Emerson starts doing the potty dance.
Me: Em, do you need to go potty?
Goob: No, do you need to go potty Momma?
Goob: Well, I have to check because you pee your pants all the time!
Me: What? (I give him the death stare) No I don't! Stop talking silly buddy.
Goob: Yeah you do Mom. You pee your pants all the time!
Me: Em, you know I don't now pleeease stop it! (more death stares with clenched teeth)
Goob: Mom pees her pants! Mom pees her pants! Mom pees her pants!
I am completely mortified because not only do I NOT pee my pants but the more I try to deny it the guiltier I look.
My son is being a total moron and embarrassing the heck out of me! I so wanted to freeze time and smack him in the head. But instead I smile and pretend that my son isn't being a total goober and try to distract him with my shiny ipod.
The worst of it is; I know this won't be the last time he makes me feel like a complete idiot. Goob will live to strike again another day. Ahhh, the subtle joys of motherhood.
No, really... I don't pee my pants. Geesh!