He looked at me in all seriousness and I felt a sudden surge of alarm.
"What's the bad news?" I asked.
"Mom,"
He paused in dark reflection, my concern mounted.
"When I grow up I'm going to get pimples and hair on my butt..."
His eyes grew big and round as he exclaimed in dramatic horror,
"... puberty!"
I suddenly remembered the consent form I had signed the week before so that Tristan could go to a special 'health' class - you know, the one where they separate the girls from the boys to talk about the changes they will go through as they get older.
I still chuckle when I think of his face. Of course, he wasn't sincerely concerned. Like his father, our Tristan is quite the comedic actor. I laughed so hard I think I pulled something that day.
1 comment:
Heeheehee...boys are hilarious. My now 25 year old came bursting into the house one day at about the same age and threw his books on the table and said in a horrified voice (about his best friends older brother).... "Mom! Bret's got PUBERTY!!"
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