Oh Ben

The following post is R-rated. Reader discretion is advised On Friday Joe and I picked up Ben from school like we always do and as I was collecting Ben's papers from his cubby I overheard the following conversation: Eli B (random kid in Benny's class): Joey, you're such a loser! Ben (in a very calm, measured voice); Um, Eli. If you call my brother a loser one more time I am going to kick you in the balls. Excuse me!?!? Where on earth did that come from?! "Balls" is not an anatomical term we use in our household, in fact, after composing myself in the car on the way home I asked Ben what "balls" were and he said "duh, mom, they're part of your penis." Well then. Thank's for clearing that up. Perhaps the best (or worst?) part of the story came an hour later when the boys and I were enjoying an ice cream cone courtesy of Uncle Craig. We were all sitting outside and Joey started running around saying in his sweet little 2-year-old voice "I gonna kick you in da balls. I gonna kick you in da balls." Lovely.