They were shrieking and screaming with enough laughter peppered in that I knew no one was in pain. Sean was trimming his #Movember whiskers in the bathroom and I was assessing all the magazines I have subscribed to during school magazine drives, but never actually get around to reading. I was reaching for Harper’s Bazaar when I heard the unmistakable siren of laughter that means someone said or did something very naughty.
I walked down the hall as the sounds of laughter and gasping for breath built.
“You hit me in my balls!”
“Look at her, look at her, she can’t move because of her balls.”
I leaned in the doorway, “What did you just say?”
Briar sat ramrod straight in the bed, her hair a staticky crown, Avery slunk toward the wall, while Finley just beamed in the corner and offered, “She said balls, mom. She said that Avery hit her in her balls.”
Avery snorted and Briar flushed. “Is that what you said?” I asked.
She nodded, “Yes, I told her she hit me in my balls.”
The corners of my mouth were quivering, I couldn’t quite figure out how to hold it together. I knew I wanted Sean to be there for it. “Hey babe, can you come in here?” The girls looked at each other and began giggling. When Sean came in he looked at the girls, then at me and raised his eyebrows, “Yes?”
“Briar, do you know what balls are? Do you know what the word means when you are talking about someone’s body?” She nodded and awkwardly did a Michael Jackson swipe at her crotch.
Sean snorted. Avery guffawed, Fin just kept grinning.
“Ok girls, listen, balls are a part of the body,” I looked at Sean, “And only one person of all five of us in here has them. Can you tell me who?”
It was unanimous they all screamed “You” as they pointed at me. “Mom has the balls.”
At this point we were all laughing. “No, girls, dad has the balls, but you shouldn’t say that, they are called testicles.”
“Like on an octopus?” Ave asked.
Sean was shaking his head. Briar again gestured to her crotch and then made a gesture on her head, “Like privates antlers?”
Giving thanks for my nut balls and wishing you a very Happy Thanksgiving.
That is awesome. Thanks for the morning laugh! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Back at you!
Laughing out loud. xoxo
My sides still ache.
Laughing so hard I am crying. “You! Mom has the balls!” I’m dying. Thanks!
I have already said, “Let’s not forget who has the balls.”
That’s a good one to “keep in your pocket” for future…
Wow. Did I really say that?
This is so awesome! Love the private antlers! Happy Thanksgiving!
Thanks! Happy Thanksgiving to you too!
“Like on an octopus?”
Oh my GOD. Funny atop funny!
Utterly fantastic!
“Mom has the balls.”
That’s not far from the truth for all Moms, is it? 🙂
Thank you for the laugh!
Now we know who wears the pants in your family!
Ha! My girls have no idea either…
Okay, this is hilarious. I have to admit that talking about balls always makes me giggle.
Oh, that is fantastic!
I had a similar thing happen when — as usual on our walks — I was carrying leaves, sticks, pine cones, etc and my four-year-old said “Mommy, hold my nuts.” He had no idea what made me giggle…
I do love that they thought you were the one with the balls 🙂
Sooo funny! I am so immature at 58. I was sitting with 2 friends over a glass of wine and we began to talk about cable. My dear old friend said “We’ve got Cox”. WHAT? Yes,
I made her repeat herself. Both friends were mildly disgusted with me as I ran from the room in a fit of giggles.
Welcome to my world. All balls, all the time.