i stopped by the door of his room to check on how he was doing at the same time that he launched a crumpled up piece of paper at the garbage can next to me.
he missed and i bent to pick up the paper.
E: "no, mommy! don't look at that!"
me: "E, i was just going to throw it away."
E: (looking relieved) "oh, okay.. just don't look at it."
me: "what is it, honey? is it your poem from earlier today?*"
E: "um, nooo... it's WAY naughtier."
i was intrigued, of course. being the wonderful mommy that i am, and since i value my children's right to privacy i tossed that crumpled ball right into the garbage and left it there.
until tonight, when i had to take a little peek.
*while on a playdate in the morning, E, trying to be the very naughtiest he could be, had written a poem with the words "tenders" (latest first grade word for "testicles") and "privits".
