Yesterday was the day that all women dread. How do I put it without sounding like a complete sex-crazed pervert?...Mason found this one thing that I have in my top drawer that umm, buzzes. Whatever, Mason found my purple vibrator.
We were getting ready to meet some friends at the park. Mason was dressed and ready to go, but I was picking up the kitchen quick before we left. Apparently I wasn't moving fast enough because Mason went into my bedroom and was going to grab me some clothes to throw on, the same thing he does with my shoes when he wants to go outside and play. I was wiping down the kitchen counters when Mason walks into the kitchen holding "it".
"Mama what's that?" he asks.
"Oh My God!" was the first thing that came out of my mouth. Then I grabbed it out of his hands, fast!
"That's a candle." A candle. A candle? Where the hell did I pull that object from?
Apparently I was on the fly and couldn't think of anything else to call it. I guess it did the trick because he never asked anymore about it. Now I just thank God that I was home alone with him and my in-laws weren't over or something!