Last night, I was watching The Hormone King as he was getting dressed for bed. I don't do this because I'm a pedo, but rather because if I don't sit on the bed and stare at him threateningly, he'll spend approximately 12 minutes singing, 10 minutes dancing with the towel, 23 minutes watching TV out of the crack in his bedroom and 8 minutes checking himself out in the mirror, all before he even picks up his clothing.


So I was on his bed giving him the "Boy-you'd-better-get-dressed-right-now-or-I-will-beat-you-to-death-and-text-all-those-little-floozies-you-like-and-tell-them-you-still-watch-The Wiggles-on-a-regular-basis" look, when he turned to me and said:

HK: Stop looking at Larry.

M: Larry? Who's Larry?

HK: *giggle, giggle*

HK: *giggle some more*

It took me a minute and then I realized what he was talking about.

Oh, for the love of God.

My son has named his wiener Larry.

5 people used their Big Boy words to communicate:

jen said...


Veronica Harmonica said...

It could be worse-

he could have named it Linda : )

Life on Bonnie Lane said...

ROFLMAO, first at the idea that he thought you were looking, and second because, he named the thing Larry, lol.

My ex named his Charlie. I have no idea why. I had a friend in high school named Charlie and he was gay. Imagine the association.

My oldest son used to call his Private Peter, but later said it was upgraded to Major.

Boys. I swear.


Angela said...

That is hilarious!

Courtney said...

You are killing me! I think I may pee my pants from laughing so hard!