out of the mouthes of babes

Having a bunch of children is such a blessing in my life because I grew up as an only child. The girls, I understand because I am one. My boy, however, has created a whole area of continuing education. He's playing baseball this year-machine pitch. He is a Houston Astro. Pretty darn cute. The Little League provides his uniform shirt, hat and socks. We were required to purchase his pants, belt, shoes, and uh...cup. This was new for me. So off we go to Dick's Sporting Goods (named appropriately enough) to purchase our baseball needs. I had no idea what to get in the ol' cup department. So naturally I asked for help from a sales clerk-who was maybe 12 years old himself. With a straight face he asks me, "what size?" Uh... he's eight years old. I don't know. "Small?" Sure. Sounds good.

So we make our way home with our purchases and all is well. The season starts. We have our first game. Since he only has one uniform shirt, I have to do laundry after each game. Then there's the uh..cup. So I ask Doug, "Do you throw it in the laundry?" He told me that I could wash it by hand or throw it in the dishwasher. GROSS! I'm not putting it with our dishes. So I laid it on the counter to wash by hand later when I had a chance. Bad move. As I'm putting the clothes in the washer, Lily comes running down the hall, "Look, Mommy, it's Jack's pee-pee platter. You forgot it!" Oh thank you Lil, what would I do without you and the now infamous "pee-pee platter". Cup, platter, I guess dishes are dishes. And I hate doing the dishes...