GETTING OLD IS NO FUN

Tobin isn't what you would call, thoughtful about the words that come out of his mouth. He tells it like it is - or at least, how he sees it to be. It's never sugar-coated. Like recently when he noticed that I had rounded out a bit (too many good Christmas cookies...) he commented to Kristen, "Daddy's really getting fatter." When she said that wasn't nice, his response was, "I mean, not that he's fat, he's just fatt-ER." Maybe we need to teach him synonyms.

Before I write the next part, it's important to tell a back story. The boys have trouble 'remembering' to change their underpants. So I told them one day, if you don't change your underwear daily, as you grow up, you're going to grow mold on your privates. (Parents' little white lies, aren't they fun?)

So this morning, I was tired after being woken up to open Christmas presents. When I said I was resting and couldn't help him with his Lego, he responded: "Oh yeah, you're getting old."
I told him that wasn't nice, so he clarified, "It's not that I mean you have an old wrinkly, moldy peen, but that you're just older, and tired a lot." Um, what?!

So he took some creative liberties - added some wrinkles, and mis-remembered what I warned him about with not changing his underpants. And then he turned it on me, and made me old. Geez, I hope old age isn't as bad as he makes it out to be!