Oh Joe.

I was very ill yesterday with a stomach bug, thus I was a bit off my game.  Joey is really into getting himself dressed these days so Dean layed his clothes out and then left the room to make breakfast for the boys.  Joey came out of his room later, dressed, and ready to go.  My friend Angela picked him up to take him to school for me since I felt like death.  Several hours later, after Dean picked him up from school (I was still dying), Joey came running into my bedroom giggling "Hi mom.  You feeling better? I didn't wear underwear to school!"  Good grief.  Later in the evening, after Dean had taken both boys to soccer practice and was running a bath for Joe, I heard Dean say from the bathroom "Joey!  Did you not wear underwear to soccer practice?  You have got to start wearing underwear, buddy."  Commando Joe.

That brings us to today.  I am feeling better but still a little crummy.  Joey and I headed out to the grocery store this morning (I confirmed that he was wearing underwear before we left).  Joey decided to walk today rather than ride in the cart and was doing a great job until we got to the checkout and he was antsy and couldn't keep his hands to himself.  I decided to initiate a game of "Simon Says" to refocus him.  It was going great until Joey started playing the role of "Simon."  It started innocently, "simon says touch your nose.  simon says touch your head" but as he got more into it, his voice got louder, and he developed an audience.  And that is when he shouted "Simon says touch your penis!"  Seriously, Joe?  I told him that was inappropriate so he amended it to "Simon says touch the hole your pee comes out of."  Again, I say, good grief, Joey.