Short. Sweet. And to the point.
Brenden’s been into calling names lately… stupid ones, like “you’re a booger monster” or “stop it, you farty marty” and so on.
So we went to a local pub/restaurant for dinner last night. It was slightly past the kid’s bedtime, so they were a wee cross-wired. Brenden was in quite the jolly mood, and as we picked out a table to sit down at, he was trying to grab my leg and swing around it acting all crazy. Only he missed my leg and grabbed onto the fly of my pants and proceeded to swing around instead. I tell the kid, “dude, what are you doing?!” and to “sit in your seat.” Brenden, thinking he’s being all cute and shit, yells out “stop it you penis grabber!”
And the piano player quits playing and everyone got wide-eyed and quiet.
I’m not a smart man, but I think that got people’s attention. Tea, anyone?