This time I will tell a story about my son, Jeff when he was around 3 years old. As most children of that age, he was very much interested and curious about his body parts. My X husband and I agreed that we would give him the correct anatomical names to his body parts when he asked.
So one day Jeff asked me what his penis was. I told him that body part was a penis. He seemed satisfied with that answer and that was that. He did ask me one question and that was “do only boys have a penis”? I told him yes, only boys have one of those.
My mother worked at a huge insurance company in downtown Cincinnati. She wanted me to bring Jeff down to the office for her women friends to see him. My mother was the usual doting grand mother and adored Jeff. He was her favorite and made no bones about it since he was her first and only grand child for quite a few years.
One day I decided it was time to bring Jeff to see my mother’s co-workers. He finally had settled down to a place I could take him out and expect him to behave himself. Prior to the age he was then, he was the most mischievous child and I did not take him out with me, but would do my shopping and other necessary things during the evening when his father could watch him.
It was better than taking him to department stores while I looked at clothing and he hid in the middle of racks and grabbed women’s legs while he was hiding in there. It was extremely embarrassing for me. Although I must say most of the women were good enough to take it as a joke and not scream. Jeff, of course, would come out of the rack and be laughing himself to death. Like I said he was a mischievous child, but it was difficult for me to get angry with some of the things he did since to me they were usually funny too.
At least these shopping women had a sense of humor about them or I would have been utterly embarrassed and appalled my son was grabbing their legs and then laughing himself to death.
So the big day came, I got Jeff dressed in his cutest outfit and took him downtown to meet my mother’s co-workers. We arrive in her office which was many stories up the elevator. So far so good I told myself. Jeff was good so far.
I came into the office and the receptionist told me what area to go to where my mother worked. When I got to the area, It shocked me to see about a hundred women in those little office cubicles all busily working away.
I caught sight of my Mother and tried to whisper to her that we were there finally. My Mother yelled to all her co-workers, “here is my grandson I’ve told so many stories about”. The women all looked over and said “Hi Jeff, we hear so much about you from your Grand Mother”.
Jeff looked upon a sea of female faces, put his hands on his hips, and said, “Hi womens, I’ve got a penis in my pants.”
The whole place broke out into a cacophony of unstoppable laughter. I looked at Jeff and back to the women feeling the color of red creeping up all over me. O..M..G, this was my little boy aged 3 years old! Why was I challenged with such a clown I wondered? I stared at his obvious delight in these women who could not stop laughing long enough to even make a sound from my mouth.
Jeff looked astonished at first that they were all laughing hysterically, but then he started to grin ear to ear with his hands on those tiny hips. He was so proud he made them all laugh that day and he was the center of their attention.
I must say that life with little Jeff was always “challenging” and interesting as he continued being a little boy of great mischief.
“If I have caused just one person to wipe away a tear of laughter, that’s my reward.”