The Boys Club
The scream came from the bathroom. I perked my ears up, and heard my daughter shout "Get OUT!"
I stomped down the hall, and stuck my head into the bathroom. My oldest sat on the toilet, a Kabuki mask of displeasure on her face. My son stood on the counter, holding the mirrored door of our medicine cabinet.
"Mom! Get him OUT of here!"
"Hey, dude. Come on out." I reached my arms toward him to lift him down.
"I'm going back to my boys club," he announced, and promptly placed one ear on the mirror over the sink, while pulling the medicine cabinet door against his other ear.
He peered into his myriad reflections and his voice rose again, muffled by the cabinet door. "Hi, guys! Who wants to play dinosaurs!" Then he spoke out of the corner of his mouth, fake-ventriloquism-style: "We do, we do!"
My daugher and I both started howling. In the Boys Club, apparently, everyone looks just like my son. I imagine the political discussions are a little one-sided, but at least lunch is a no-brainer. Heh.
Comments
Ha! Maybe this is why my son always begged for a full length mirror for his room. I thought he was just exhibiting female tendencies due to living mostly in an all female house (his father was always gone due to military mission needs). It was simply the need for a boys club. Darn. I wonder if it's too late to buy him one - he's 19...
Posted by: Denise | January 8, 2006 10:46 AM
Oh you are in such trouble. Bwahahahahaha.
Posted by: Mir | January 8, 2006 11:38 AM
Hi there! Pretty funny story. Isn't it funny how kids go from following you into the bathroom to banishing everyone within a one-mile radius! Girls!
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Posted by: karen | January 9, 2006 8:29 AM
And this is one reason why boys scare me. I can usually understand where my stepdaughter is coming from but boys??? I'm already shaking my head at some of the things my 2 year old son says and does...I guess I need to get buckled in for the ride...
Posted by: cary | January 9, 2006 11:59 AM