Too bad you haven’t got any sons, eh?

But what makes it even funnier is that three or four days previous to this incident, my mom bought my son a toy gun and he was running around the house pointing it at me and my mom and my sister and yelling, “I’m going to shoot you in the kidneys!” I didn’t remember that even until I told my sister the first story and she started cracking up and reminded me that he’d been shooting us all in the kidneys. I laughed too, but I’m mostly confused becuase my son *is* in fact aware of the basic anatomical differences between men and women, thus he should have assumed that girls do not have “kidneys”.

So naturally we do not get whatever the Eurovision Song Contest is, because not only do we not watch television, but also I have not bothered to pay for cable. And as a side effect of that, my kid plays outside and gets dirty and uses his imagination. I think it’s a pretty good system.

Kid gave me quite a laugh last night… he was getting out of the tub and drying off, and told me he had to dry behind his kidneys. I found this statement rather confusing, so I pointed to his side and said, “Your kidneys are in there.” He looked at me for a minute, then said, “Oh really? I always thought my kidneys were these ball-thingies under my penis.” I managed not to laugh until after he went to bed a few minutes later.

Now I mostly sing loudly in Italian to annoy my son.

The piece was maybe a bit long in places, could use a little tightening. Ironically, I originally wanted to make it shorter but was advised to make it longer. So I learned something again this year.