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Learning manners.

12 Sep

Sneaky bugger.

Wednesday morning, about 7:40am.  Mommy: eating up every last moment with Seabass before new baby arrives, reading books about helicopters with him in bed.  Enter Daddy straight from shower, brushing teeth, wrapped in a towel.

Seabass: See Daddy’s penis?

Daddy: Um, son?  That’s not something you generally want to ask people to see.

Mommy: Right, not generally.  Unless of course you grow up to be, say, a urologist.

Seabass: [more insistent] See Daddy’s penis!

Daddy: That’s not what you ask.

Seabass: See Daddy’s penis, please?