Friday, September 30, 2011

Don't lick the car

And we're not talking about the inside of the car either.  We're talking about the mid-summer, just back from a road trip and not-yet-through the carwash, kind of filthy, outside of the car.  I could see the place where he had licked it.

Is this what it means to be the mother of little boys?  Constantly saying things like "Don't lick the car? Don't eat your shoes? and Bugs aren't lunch?"  It is - at least for me - because in the past week I've said all of those things and some, more than once.