It burns, Mom… it burns.

Hank had what I can only assume was a life-changing and defining moment this morning. One which he will discuss with future psychiatrists as he shudders and curls himself into the fetal position. One which will make his buddies laugh and his brother cringe.

Hank walked into my room unexpectedly today, as I exited from the shower.

Full. Frontal. Mom.

From his reaction, you would have thought he’d had a front row seat to the dropping of the atomic bomb. It went something like this:

 

Poor thing. The image of Mom’s double-D’s now seared into his brain for life.

Sorry kid.

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2 responses to “It burns, Mom… it burns.

  1. MOM

    Oh my big time theraphy

  2. Shannon

    Hey, I just discovered your blog, and I must say it’s quite funny.
    Yeah, that boy might have to go see a therapist…or, he can just push what he saw into the back of his mind and never think about it ever again. Who knows?

    ShanimalCrackers.blogspot.com

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