Lately, Kinderblogger has been treating me with all of the love and kindness of 7th grader getting ready to break up with his girlfriend. He won’t look me in the eye, he won’t scoot to school with me, or kiss me goodnight. Something is obviously churning in that little mind of his but I hadn’t been able to lure it out of him until last night. We were lying on his bed reading C is for Construction and out-of-the-blue he offered this bit of insight into his psyche:

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The other day we all went to visit grandparentbloggers and swim in their pool. At dinner, preschoolblogge who was very happy to be eating his pasta in the buff started to twist aroudn his chair. He kept bending over, reaching really really hard to bend all the way over his groin. I asked him what he was trying to do, having some suspicion and he said, “I’m trying to bite it.”

Oh, ok, just not at the table dear.