(Shaking My Head)

Let me preface this by saying we call things what they are...just a warning.

Tonight I cut Brixton's hair. He was all 'itchy' so I gave him a shower. I was holding the shower head so he could rinse off and he yelled, "Momma, you burned my p***s!" He kept yelling that over and over and over!
All I could think was that he will go to school tomorrow and say that and DHS will be at my house soon!
I soon began laughing but tried to hide it because he was actually upset. So we called Nate in for help. That resulted in an incredibly awkward conversation between them about what burned and where complete with pointing and showing. It concluded with Nate putting a little Neosporin on Brixton's finger so he could put some medicine where it hurt.
I should say that I grew up with all girls and never talked about body parts. This whole thing made me giggle in an 'I'm so uncomfortable' type way.
Good news is his you know what no longer burns.
I will be more careful with the hot water in the future!