Letter to My Son

Dear DragonMonkey,

As we haven’t even begun potty training yet, I think it’s safe to say that we have a couple of months worth of diaper changes ahead of us in our future.

Keeping that in mind, I would like to respectfully submit my request to you:

Please stop giggling every time I have to wipe your ding-a-ling. It makes me feel like a pedophile.

Sincerely,

Your mother

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5 thoughts on “Letter to My Son

  1. You ain't yet begun to fight….I laughed at that one. I raised two boys and two girls. I have news for you; boys are no easier than girls and girls are no harder than boys. Have fun.

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  2. Nothing like when your son says “look mommy when I touch it, it gets bigger”.

    Course it was later when he added “and it feels good too!”

    Keep your sense of humor, it's the only thing that will keep you from committing a capitol offense.

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