To those of you whose exposure to male children is minimal and/or whose faces turn varying shades of pink at the mention of certain body parts, please consider this a caution. You may not want to read my guest post at Ironic Mom today.
It is not my typical blog post, but it is a true story plucked right out of my everyday life. One of those stories generally reserved for my “mommy-soul-mate” Marti. The friend God knew I needed long before I did. Between our combined six male children, we have some tales you probably wouldn’t believe if we told you. So we’ll keep them to ourselves. 😉 (Well, except for this one.)
When this little conversation happened with Lewis just weeks before I was up for my Whiteboard Wednesday post, it was a no-brainer. I chucked my other idea and went for it (even though I knew it would make some people who know me uncomfortable).
You may not know who Ironic Mom is, and I am happy to have the opportunity to introduce you to her. Basically, she writes hilarious stories about her life; many of which revolve around her children. Her book Don’t Lick the Minivan had me close to tears more than once. She’s not afraid to tell it like it is. She finds hilarity in situations that would make some moms throw in the towel and then writes about them with creatively fashioned prose. She’s not afraid to share her mistakes so others can both laugh and take comfort in the fact that they are not alone. She is like a quirky combination of a number of my favorite people.
Maybe that’s why I like her so much. Maybe you’ll like her too. Or maybe you won’t. You should at least give her a try. She just might make you giggle.
