This is a conversion I had with Rocket about a week ago:
Rocket: Mom, my balls really hurt.
Mom: Your balls hurt? Why?
Rocket: Well, because I was standing on them a lot in Karate class.
Mom: You were standing on your balls??!!
Rocket: Yeah!! The balls of my feet. I was standing on the balls of my feet.
Mom: Oh! I understand now. I thought you meant your balls... like... your private parts.
Rocket: NO! (laugh) Thats funny- standing on my private parts!
Mom: Yeah, that's why I was confused.
Rocket: Well, here is how you can not get confused. If I say 'butt knuckle balls', then I am talking about my hiney balls. But if I say 'balls', then I mean the balls of my feet.
(I have no clue where he came up with ANY of this terminology)
At this point I burst out laughing
Mom: (while laughing) butt knuckle balls?!!
Rocket: I am serious. It's not funny. (He gives me an angry look which lasts 2 seconds, and then he can't help but start laughing too.)
This last week, we were spending the week in Breckenridge- a vacation that Matt won for us a couple months ago. One day we rented bikes to ride to Dillon (a 25 mile round trip). Rocket rode on a "tag-a-long" which attatches to my bike to turn the bike into a tandem bike. Roxanne rode in a carriage behind Matt. The wind was in my ears as we rode, but I could hear Rocket shouting things to me from behind. At one point we had this conversation:
Rocket: Mom, my butt knuckle balls hurt!!!
Mom: I know, so do mine!!
Rocket: But, Mom, I thought you didn't have any butt knuckle balls!?
Mom: You're right, I don't.
(A few moments pass)
Rocket: Mom, I had to bite the bullet and tell my butt knuckle balls to suck it up!! If yours still hurt, you should do the same thing!
Mom: (laughing so hard) OK!
So, that is how I came up with the title for this blog. I think it is the best title I have had yet. Now, we will just have to extinguish this sort of language before school starts again.