Friday fun on the TTC.
We were on the 2nd leg of daily journey - the part where we cram on to the bus, hope for seats and pray that Matt behaves on the 20 minute bus ride.
We were doing well until the midway point. Since I'd forgotten a snack, I bought Matty a bag of chips which he ate happily much of the trip. He only talked to a few people. He was particularly friendly with the two guys behind us.
And then his nose started to run.
Good mommies keep little packs of kleenex in their purses. Mine is crammed with lipsticks, my book, my blackberry and my cell phone - there's usually no room.
So he wiped his nose on my jacket. Instead of just saying no, I decided to be funny and say "do you think Mommy is a Kleenex?"
Matt thought this was hilarious - probably because he misheard the word Kleenex. He heard Penis.
So, there, on the rush hour crowded he started yelling, yes yelling ...
"Mommy is a Penis! Mommy is a big strong Penis."
The more I blushed and asked him to stop the more he yelled, delighted in the fact that he had the entire back section of the bus laughing. I alternated between laughing and being horrified.
Parenting. So fun!