Monday night's dinner conversation, of course! We were talking about Jack's performance at yesterday's baseball games. He was the catcher for the second game of the double header and he did a great job. He even threw the team's first out at second while a runner was trying to steal second from first. He had 4 singles and a double with a total of 4 RBI's...like I said, he did a great job. I was saying how good he looked behind the plate. (We have been getting Jack extra coaching with a former pro-ball catcher in order to improve his game.) I said he looked very athletic and had a lot of endurance. I just told him he needs to improve his upper body strength a little more to catch up with his lower body. He said he needed to work out more. Lee informed him that he wouldn't really see much more improvement in the upper body strength until he reached puberty (because Lee is clearly an expert in the matter, being there himself.) As Jack was jumping in to say he IS in puberty, Lee corrected himself to say that he meant Jack would improve when he got further along in the whole puberty thing.
As I was sitting there listening (having been working on a very stiff rum and diet soda) I stupidly asked, "How do you know when you are in puberty?"
Silence...
Lee: "Pimples, voice cracking and stuff."
Jack's response was to grin and say, "Well, I'd rather not say during dinner."
To which I relplied, "Well, why not?"
Jack: "Because I'd rather talk to dad about it since he has the same thing as me."
And I said (it was the alcohol talking, I'm telling you) "I'm very familiar with the equipment, you know. How do you think you came along? I birthed you from my loins and I'm very familiar with the equipment that helped you get there in the first place. Right?" (Looking at Kurt who, to his credit only shook his head and started to chuckle.)
Kurt: "Maybe we should wait till after dinner. I 'm not sure I want to hear this right now."
Jack: "But we're talking about burritos...and special sauce!"
Me: "I know all about burritos and special sauce."
Jack: "Is that true dad?"
Kurt: "She knows more about the special sauce than I do."
Jack: "Would you like some chicken with that?"
Lee (in a deep Southern accent): "Chiggin nuggets!"
Which cause my boys to crack up and me to pause and say, "You know, I was wondering what I was going to blog about tonight. Now I know."
