Despite the uncertainty that comes with having a child with medical problems, there is always one thing that is constant with my eight year old son. We never know what he’s going to say or do.
Most recently, this has come in the form of him telling his sister, “I love you! Sometimes.” And, let me just tell you how much a 12 year old likes hearing something negative from her brother. Wait, scratch that. Let me tell you how much a 12 year old likes hearing anything from her brother. If I got paid for listening to squabbling, I’d be driving a Bentley.
On one hand, I feel like I always need to be on my toes, but on the other I find myself appreciating the boy’s honesty and lack of couth. It has to be freeing.
The other night, we had two other couples and six kids at our house when my boy came in the living room to tell me that his leg hurt. I pulled up his pant leg to his knee, but he complained that the pain was higher. He didn’t appear to limping or bleeding, so I told him we would look at it when he went to bed.
But, he didn’t want to wait.
Before I knew it, he had turned to face all of our guests as he said, “Hey everybody, this is going to be funny.” Which is when I saw him reach for his zipper.
One thing I didn’t think I would have to tell my second-grader is that it’s not okay to pull your pants down in public.