I am up to my armpits with work but just HAD to stop and blog about this…
Was giving him his evening bath even though I was dead tired from running up and down stairs, running for the bus and running home in time before the maid hits the roof because I am half an hour late.
He likes me to bathe him because he’ll rattle off about his day in school, which is good since I get an update.
Since I’m so tired, I have to confess that I barely listen to what he’s saying because it’s usually:
- “Chelsea borrowed my eraser but she returned it to me today. It’s okay now, Mummy*.”
- So and so was first or last to finish the food during lunch. If he’s the first, he’ll tell me. If he’s not the first, he’ll conveniently not say anything. Smart, right?
- Anything naughty anyone ELSE did.
He was going on and on about some story when I suddenly heard,
“Her boobs are OK.”
Huh? Did I just hear “boobs”?
I was deep in concentration because I was busy getting the icky grime out from under his neck and armpits that I stopped and asked him: “What did you say?”
The grumpy pot yelled: “I said that we were playing ball – first, we were practising and then, we were having fun!!!”
“No, no…you said ‘her boobs are OK.’ What are you talking about?”
“I SAID: AUNTIE, THE BABY AND I WERE PLAYING BALL JUST NOW. FIRST, WE THROW AT AUNTIE AND THE BALL KNOCKED HER BOOBS. DO YOU KNOW BOOBS? THIS IS YOUR BOOBS! (JABS A FINGER AT MY BOOB) BUT AUNTIE SAID IT’S OK. HER BOOBS ARE OK!!!”
“Ohh…I see. Next time, please don’t throw the ball at auntie, ok? She will get angry and complain to Mummy and you know Mummy will get VERY ANGRY with you and the baby.”
“Ok, ok! I know already! 我知道了!”
I continued bathing him because:
a) I was too tired to think more about it and
b) I didn’t know what to say to him. What do you say to a 5 year old who says “boobs”?
For now, it’s just a body part to him although he giggles like crazy when he sees me in my bra and panties and will run over to touch them (like they’re balloons!) that I decided to change behind closed doors nowadays.
Hubby thinks that I should grant him a final privilege of seeing what a naked / half-dressed woman looks like because he’ll be turning 6 soon and will FOREVER have to
- steal glances at passing girls or
- surf the internet for sexy pictures until the day he, hopefully, gets married and have sex with his wife or breaks the rules and have pre-marital sex.
Between the father and him, I don’t know who’s worse!
And there you go. I now have a 5 year old boy (in Thomas the Tank engine clothes) who knows the word “boobs”.
If we do meet, I hope that you’ll find it flattering when he says,“Auntie, you have big boobs!”
However, I will definitely run if he asks, “Where are your boobs, Auntie? Are you a girl? How come you don’t have boobs? All girls have boobs. Are you a boy?”
*P/S I get *very* mad whenever he comes home with a missing item because that means I’ll have to go shopping for spare erasers and etc.
For the record, he has given away 3 pink pencils to girls, 2 erasers to girls and a ruler to another girl because she likes it!
If you check his colour pencils, you will find that he has NO pink / fucshia / magenta pencils because they have all been given away.