Out of the mouths of babes

I am sitting here studying for a test, reading about various procedures for eye, ear and gastrointestinal disorders and hear my son in a sing song voice say..
"Dick, Dick, Diiiiiick, mom what does dick mean?"
I swear it felt like someone had tied a rubber band around my neck and forced all the blood to pool in my cheeks. Like any good mom would do, I asked him to repeat what he said even though it was quite clear the first 200 times. When I was certain he said Dick and not Rick, sick or flick I asked him where he heard that word. Perhaps he had a Richard in preschool? He told me it was from school. Faster than I could reach for the phone and disenroll him he took all the childhood innocence that he could muster and said...
"You know, in DICK tac toe" 
I quietly placed my dirty mind back into it's proper place in my frontal lobe and went back to studying.


Monday, June 11, 2007 

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