Butts
I was in the bathroom this morning when Eliot walked in and asked me, with some bit of disappointment in the tone of his voice, if I have a big butt.
I paused, tried to consider the source (one young Eliot Kramer who has been running around the house stark nekkid with his little sister for the past 3 days) and said that I do have a big butt.
All family butts considered mine would be one of the big ones.
I tried to hear the question from a place of objective observation not culturally sanctioned commentary on the size and shape of my currently larger than ever before mom-butt.
I couldn't resist tho and asked Eliot if he liked big butts.
Inside of my brain I was already singing that great song from the 90's or was it the 80's - I like big butts and I cannot lie, you otha brothas can't deny.....
Eliot said no.
No I don't like big butts.
What kind of butts do you like Eliot? I asked
Little butts. He said.
Little butts like Naomi's and Eliot's.
Well I can't compete with that.
I paused, tried to consider the source (one young Eliot Kramer who has been running around the house stark nekkid with his little sister for the past 3 days) and said that I do have a big butt.
All family butts considered mine would be one of the big ones.
I tried to hear the question from a place of objective observation not culturally sanctioned commentary on the size and shape of my currently larger than ever before mom-butt.
I couldn't resist tho and asked Eliot if he liked big butts.
Inside of my brain I was already singing that great song from the 90's or was it the 80's - I like big butts and I cannot lie, you otha brothas can't deny.....
Eliot said no.
No I don't like big butts.
What kind of butts do you like Eliot? I asked
Little butts. He said.
Little butts like Naomi's and Eliot's.
Well I can't compete with that.
posted by Sara at 2:07 PM
3 Comments:
I forgot to tell you this.
Eliot asked me to draw a butt today. So I did.
Wait. First he asked me to draw a penis. So I did. Then he asked to draw the butt. And I did.
Then he said, "draw mama's butt." Then, "draw daddy's butt."
I couldn't do it. He thought it was funny that I wouldn't do it. So we just drew anonymous butts for a minute.
At least it's not a vagina on the wall of his room.
ha ha ha! I especially like what Amelia has added here.
A friend of mine told me a story that stopped her right in her tracks. Her 2 1/2 year old son asked her if he had a big penis.
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