Friday evening Isaac wanted to know if we wanted to hear his mating call. Before anyone could respond he cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a long, shrill how. When he stopped he asked what we thought. I told him it sounded like the Emergency Broadcast System tone and suggested he work on a less grating mating call if he hoped to attract anything other than a banshee....or perhaps an EMT.
The same night we were getting ready to have dinner at a friend's. Calypso moaned that it meant she had to change out of sweats and actually put on a bra. Isaac's retort was, "The males in their house are 7 and 38, both are out of your range. It's safe to go as you are."
Saturday I had fully indulged my slothful side by sleeping late and padding around the house in slippers and a robe well past noon. I announced I was going to take a shower. Isaac replied, "I prefer to ferment in my own natural juices."
My boy is ever the charmer....
11 comments:
Too funny.
Your boy is hilarious. I had one like that. They do outgrow it - which is one of those good news/bad news things. ;)
I don't know if he looks like you, but I certainly hear your voice in his. Heh heh.
He's a Lady Killer all right. . . but only if they stand too close to him. . .
;)
His last comment sums up the reason I think baths are gross - I don't want to ferment in my own juices.
Hmmmmmmm. I never considered whether I have a mating call, let alone broadcasting it to My Mom. Sounds like a good idea, though. I'm already happily married, so maybe I had one but didn't know it!
too much fun!!
Those apples have not fallen far.
I would love to be a fly on the wall at your house, but only if all the kids are home for added fun!
♥
Word Veri: lymetrim
Cool!
That Isaac got the humor gene from his mother.
And BTW, what would be wrong be Isaac bringing home a lovely EMT to meet the folks?
Well, we'll see what puberty does to his attitude!
as well as a delight! : )
Post a Comment