I admit it, I'm a cruel woman. Having lived with men my entire life, exclusively for the past 20 or so years, I am hyper-aware of the protective feelings they have for their...ummm, you know, boy parts (giggle).
So last night when #7, zipping up his sleeper, doubled over and yelled, "It hurts! It's got me! It's hurting me!" I should have called upon my tender mother love and handled the situation with concern and sensitivity.
Instead, cruel female creature that I am, I started giggling like a twelve year old in the male undies department at K-mart.
"It's not funny Mom, you're mean!" #7 glared at me, he cuddled to sleep with Daddy!
"Yes, #7, I am mean, a mean cruel woman, giggle."