Yesterday morning, Ethan ran up to me and told me he was scared of the *monster*.
I asked him, “Where’s the monster, Ethan?”
He then pointed at my derriere and went, “There! There’s the MONSTER BUTT!”
What?? Now he is calling my butt a monster butt…and he kept repeating it over and over again, until he was so tickled by my reaction. (It didn’t help that Daddy thought it was funny too).
SIGH…maybe it’s time I really started on my exercise regime…
Anyway, later that day, Ethan was fiddling and messing with my hair during dinner (somehow he likes to do this), and suddenly he said, “Uh-oh, Mommy…your head’s breaking…look!”
SIGH…must be because of the very fine and thinning hair…
And even later that night, I asked him again, “Ethan, do you still see the monster butt?”
He took one look at my behind, and said, “No Mommy, it’s not there anymore. Now you have shorts on!”
Maybe it’s time I put away that “monster butt” pair of pants forever, eh? LOL