Ok, so I'm in my bathroom this morning, blow drying my hair in the usual mannor for me (in the nude) when my son comes charging in yelling about needing to pee. He stops dead in his tracks. Looking up at me with those big brown eyes, he asks "Mommy...... why is there fur on your pee pee?". I am blind sided. I shoo him out the door without any explination- because all I can think to say is "because sweetie, Mommy is turning into a kitty cat!". I decided better than that as soon as it popped into my head. Any hoo the point of the story, some times it is best to just lock the door. Lesson learned. I am just glad he didn't ask where my pee pee was.
I just miss the days when all he said was "glarble flarg"
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