This past weekend I had my older brothers over to the apartment to discuss family issues and shoot the breeze. Devin was excited at the prospect of having two of his uncles in his bedroom playing at the same time. My brothers were vaguely amused by Devin’s annoying toys and their even more annoying back-stories.
“What a cool train, who is this?” My brother asked. He truly had no clue; it wasn’t an act for the kid’s sake.
“That’s Thomas. He lives on Sodor. That stinky Diesel is mean to him and he wants to kill Lady. Lady is a beautiful engine…. This is the Polar Express, it goes to the North Pole on Christmas Eve…. ”
The stories and incoherent conversations continued for some time until he wandered away to play with his mother. Every so often as we downed domestic brews and went over the issues at hand a little brown streak would run past the kitchen (where we were sitting) to the bathroom. The streaker would shout “I have to pee! I have on big boy underwear!” Once he stopped for a moment to show us his cool new Cars drawers then he pulled them down and flashed us his butt as he ran away toward the bathroom. My brothers and I agreed that he pees a lot.
This morning we were in his school where Devin announced, to no one in particular, that he had to go “pee pee.” He then shimmied his pants down to his thighs and tried to walk the length of the hall with them restricting his stride. A smiling administrator got a glimpse of the full monty before I could “no, no, no,” him enough for him to realize what he was doing. Devin and I both giggled. I wonder if the administrator would have smiled if I opted to join my son and show her my butt. Probably not.
As we get old and boring I sometimes long for the years when I didn’t have a care in the world. A time when choosing my best friend for the day was the most important decision I could make (that day). When holding hands and kissing a girl on the cheek was a big deal. When the prospect of a game of freeze-tag brought eager excitement. When I basked in the warmth of the Key West sun everyday. When my dad was like a superhero to me….
When I could freely flash people my butt and not get arrested. Yep, those were the good ol’ days!
Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end, we’d sing and dance forever and a day…
Cute story. I got the feeling in Key West that someone of any age could flash their butt and possibly get away with it. I didn’t try though…maybe next trip.
lol
Why do 3 year olds feel that running around naked is sooo damn fun? I have tried it, and my wife always throws me clothes!
We have one of those streaking 3 year olds here in our house as well. Love how he’ll leave on the shirt, take off the pants and the Scooby Doo underwear, put his shoes back on and then be ready to play.
As for adults, if we do that kind of stuff (Britney Spears) then we end up on the cover of a tabloid.
Nice post.
I wonder if the school administrator would have taken so kindly to Devin’s innocent display were you not present. (What’s with the wish to flash your own, though?)
Are you old enough to have actually held hands and only kissed a girl on the cheek? I think that’s telling, ’cause I just don’t get the feeling little kids are into the beginning steps anymore.
Luxhie, what’s up? Haven’t heard from you in a little while. To answer your question I guess there is nothing as youthful as the idea of “mooning” someone. I’ve never actually mooned anyone, but it always sounded like fun. Best to you!