SomeoneÂ asked me if I had any screwy stories to share about my kids, like I used to in the old days. Per their request I am sharing an old favorite but this time around I am trying out a different headline and picture for no other reason than just because.
â€œDad, She Broke My Penis,â€ said the boy. Now there is a line that most men never want to hear. It evokes all sorts of painful and uncomfortable imagery, not to mention that this joint will show up in all sorts of weird Google searches now.
â€œDad, She Broke My Penis.â€ Donâ€™t ask me why I had to repeat that line. It is sort of like an accident on the freeway. You donâ€™t really want to look at it, but as you cruise on by you find yourself rubber necking the bloody mess.
Lines like that one are part of the joy of being a parent. Besides, as the parent equipped with the same anatomy the responsibility of dealing with this fell into my lap. That is ok, I donâ€™t really mind. Mom gets to deal with bodily fluids of all types, especially those labeled projectile.
It was early evening when the big boy told me about his newest injury. There was a tug on the arm and then the earnest expression that accompanied with the tale of how this incident took place.
For a moment I was tempted to go Â Joe Friday on him and conduct a thorough investigation. If only he would have asked me while I was working on the computer. I could have easily played the theme to Dragnet.
Ladies and gentlemen, the story you are about to see is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Jimmy: Officer, Iâ€™d like to report a broken penis.
Timmy: A broken penis?
Jimmy: Yes, a broken penis.
Timmy: Tell me when was the penis broken?
Jimmy: It was broken during Pokemon.
Timmy: Pokemon? Did you encourage someone to assault said penis.?
Jimmy: No, I was playing Pokemon and my sister kicked me in the penis.
Timmy: She kicked you in the penis? Was it dead on or a glancing blow.
Jimmy: She didnâ€™t look at it, She kicked it.
Timmy: Can you describe the girl that kicked it?
Jimmy: She has the same last name as us and she tried to bite me too.
Timmy: Poor Me Too. However did he escape.
Jimmy: No one is named Me Too.
Timmy: I should hope not. That would be a terrible thing for parents to do.
Jimmy: Can you help me fix my penis?
Timmy: What exactly is wrong with it?
Ok, none of that Dragnet bit took place, but if it had I am pretty sure that it would have been close to what I wrote. Anyway, the information is pretty close to that which was exchanged between the lad and I.
I of course began a thorough investigation as to the genesis of this incident. The last thing I need is a â€œbroken penis epidemic,â€ although it would make good blog fodder.
Since I grew up with more sisters than you shake a stick at I was well familiar with the attempt by the boy to garner more sympathy and in turn cause more trouble for his sister, ‘cuz as he says girl’s (like his sister) are tricky. I have to admit that I thought that I had filled my parentâ€™s ears with every line one could come up with, but accusations of â€œbreaking a penisâ€ never crossed my lips.
The boy has a certain style and imagination. I like that. But I am the father and I canâ€™t have disorder in the ranks so I never let on that I appreciated his attempt. I did make a point to confirm that there are several ways to prove that your penis works just fine. Needless to say that this made for great conversation and should have been videotaped for posterity. You just know that one day his wife and kids would want to see this momentous occasion memorialized.
But because I love him dearly I would never tape such a conversation. Although I must admit that there was an inkling to do so because you never know when a teenage boy might need extra incentive to behave.
So how was your Saturday?