Sharing My Education

This section is titled: Fun With Feminine Hygiene Products.

Yesterday, Mike, mil and I took Cody to get a suit. We took mil's car, and on the way home, Cody found something in the back seat. He's bored (he's a boy, and shopping isn't fun when what you get is a stuffy old suit), and he starts talking about this 'tiny pillow' that he found in the back seat. He's going on about this 'tiny pillow', and how comfortable it is, and he is wondering who needs such a 'tiny pillow'.

Mike is curious about it, so he asks to see the 'tiny pillow'. Yep- you guessed it. The 'tiny pillow' is a maxi pad still in it's wrapper (we think it fell out of sil's purse the last time she was in the car). Mil, Mike and I are laughing hysterically at this 'tiny pillow'. Cody, being 8 and a boy, doesn't quite know what 'tiny pillows' are used for. But he knows when someone finds something funny, and he knows how to milk it. So for the rest of the ride home, he would pipe up with 'tiny pillow' (my personal favorite was his Ralph Wiggum voice saying 'I like my tiny pillow').

Did you know that if you soak a clean, unused tampon in water that it can stick to the ceiling, with the cord hanging down? Yeah, my boys tried it. It worked. They also learned that soaking tp in water makes it sticky, too. You can just imagine what the ceiling in my bathroom looked like (and the panic I was in when I realized what happened to my brand new box of tampons and the last roll of tp at the worst possible time).

This section is titled: It's the little things.

Sil is getting married on Saturday. Mil is doing a lot of the planning, and she's asked if my boys can help hand things out before the wedding (programs, bubbles, and bells). I told Dylan that he was going to help hand out the bubbles at sil's wedding, and his eyes just lit up. He's so excited about it- but not because he's helping at the wedding. Oh no, not my son. He's excited because there will be bubbles at the wedding, and he gets his own little bottle of them.

This section is titled: Now that is how you apologize.

The boys got in trouble tonight. Dylan apologized eventually (we had to remind him), and that was fine. Evan has to do things on his own- it's just the way that he is. So when we told him that he could come out and apologize, he chose to stay in his room and pout a little longer.

A little while later, I spot a blanket creeping across the floor. It looked like a little inchworm. Mike and I knew who it was beneath the blanket, and just looked at each other and agreed (silently), to not acknowledge it until he acknowledged us. So- the blanket crept along the floor, with Evan peeking out every few inches or so. He gets almost all the way across the living room, and ends up at Mike's feet. We're still waiting to see what he does, and not acknowledging him. After awhile, he starts singing. Yes- *singing*. He hums, and sings some more, and Mike then goes and removes the blanket, and there's Evan, all smiles and giggles, saying 'sorry, Daddy.'