i was in the living room when E burst into the house.
"hey mom!" he called to me from the kitchen.
"hey mom! i have three balls!!!"
i didn't answer, as i like to proceed with caution in any conversation involving balls.
"moooom!" (giggles) "i've got THREE balls! guess what kind they are!"
"uhh..." i was nervous, "um, basketball, soccer and football?"
"football is one kind. but i have TWO more! guess what kind they are!" this was followed by more giggles.
i was getting increasingly uncomfortable but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"i don't know, E, maybe golf and a wiffle ball?"
"nope!" (fits of giggling) " i have TWO and they are the same kind!"
two balls? the same kind? uncontrollable laughter? it could only be one thing.
that was it. i wasn't going to stand for this first grade immaturity. and also, this was a completely inappropriate way to be joking around with one's mother.
"E! are you saying something kind of naughty?!?!" i stormed into the kitchen.
only to encounter my giggling son...
...holding his football and TWO oranges.