Lets face it – our kids are not privy to all the inside jokes that adults are, and that’s a good thing. Often times one of my children will say something that is completely inappropriate if it was interpreted another way instead of the innocent way they meant it. This is one of those times.
One evening when our youngest was 7 years old she almost sent me running for the mountains, and her father almost stroked out right on the spot. We were on vacation in Florida and we had rented a condo. There was a lot of family togetherness and we were all about at our break point. She delivered the much needed comic relief – at least for the adults in the room.
She turned to the hubs and I and announced, “I have a special hole do you want to see it?”
I almost died – I might have rapidly blinked oh I don’t know 1 million times trying to steel myself for the conversation that was just on the precipice of occurring. I glanced cautiously at The Hubs, asked her what she was talking about. We were trying to be very non-chalant with the discussion. After all she is 7 and I was not ready to discuss special holes, at least the kind I was thinking of.
I looked at her and asked, “how many “special holes” are we talking about?”
She replies, “just the one.”
The Hubs and I made eye contact, we were struggling not to laugh but the grin was creeping in. He then said, “Well most people have two special holes.”
She proudly informed us, “nope just the one hole. Do you want to see it?”
Again we looked at each other. I could barely breathe. I cautiously said, “Umm….Sure.”
She then took her pointer finger and poked it through a hole in “bluey”, her crib bumper she uses as her blanket/security object, and waved at us with her little finger.
We let out a collective sigh of relief and starting laughing. Of course this prompted a whole, “What did you think I was talking about?” conversation that was squelched with “Nothing!” in unison from The Hubs and I.
I dread the day my kids realize how inappropriate I am.