"Conversations with My Kid" – A Little Boy Version

I cried after the ultrasound with my first kid when I learned we were having a girl. Not because I thought I wouldn’t love my baby girl, rather simply because I thought I have no idea what to do with a little girl.

I was a tomboy growing up and frilly dresses and bows and princesses were just not my thing. Baseball gloves were much more my scene and I was obsessed with the Chicago White Sox – at like age 6.

I was scared out of my mind to become a mother and I thought having a boy first would ease the transition. In retrospect I realize that was a ridiculous theory.

So I birthed one baby girl and then a second baby girl and by the time we learned a third kid was on its way, I actually thought “At least I know what to do with a girl. What if it’s a boy? I’ll have no idea what to do!”

Enter boy.

And now 2 1/2 yrs later, I’ve figured out a thing or two about boys but mainly I’ve learned that I am totally and utterly whipped. That kid slays my heart. Oh mamas of boys, you. know. it.

So because I’m blinded by the eatable feast of delicious little boyness daily, I have no idea if this little conversation will make you laugh….or repel you from this blog forever.

Recently, Tommy, my lil’ dude, has been walking around saying very clearly a rather new phrase for him…butt crack.

But he doesn’t just say butt crack in his little sweet voice, he says it more like this:

“Butt craaaaaaaaaaaaacckkkkk.”

And his sweet little voice gets a bit lower pitched and he kind of growls out the word….

“Butt craaaaaaaaacccckkkkkkk.”

And he cracks up about it (no pun intended) and well, I crack up too.

Our two girls had some fun when they were little talking about poop and farts, but it was pretty short-lived. Even at its height of enjoyment, it didn’t compare to the joy that Tommy seems to get when he walks around growling “butt craaaaaaaaacccckkkkkk.

And this week he has taken his understanding and use of the word to a new level.

While I was bending over picking up a few of the zillion toys that occupy our main living space, Tommy walked behind me and said “That’s mama’s butt craaaaaaaaacccckkkk.

(Now to be clear, I was fully dressed and I think he’s saying butt crack to define the whole buttocks region. In my opinion.)

I chuckled and said, “Yep Tommy. It is.”

Then he said, “I LOVE mama’s butt craaaaaaaaccck.”

Oh. My. Gosh. Little boys. Big boys. They’re all the same. I have no idea what to do with this little boy of mine. My girls have never ever told me they love my butt crack.

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If you have a “Conversation with your Kid” you want to share, link up!! I would love to check it out! Thanks for playing along!

Happy Friday!

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