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Well, well, well, Week 46. You made this momma spit coffee through her nose and smile until that smile hurt. I am as proud as I am completely and totally surprised. I didn't see this one coming for a couple more years. And why not? I have encouraged my son to be observant and cognizant of the world around him; to map the beauty and the differences of his surroundings. And, regardless of my encouragement, he does these things better than I ever hoped to. For my skills as a true scientist, will always fall short of my preschooler.
The other day, as I was getting out of the shower, Henry pointed to me and said, quite in earnest: "momma's owies?" The look on his little face - The genuine concern for my well-being, priceless. Thinking that he was most likely talking about the large tattoo covering my entire back, or the medium-sized one covering my hip, or my large birthmark on my backside, I say, "no buddy, that's not an owie, that's just momma's painting." "No," he continues, "momma's OWIES." Hmmm, I think. "Come show me, little love," I say. "Show me where is owie." So over he marches, finger outstretched. And there he points. THERE. Right about at his height. "OH!" I say, "Well...(think fast), no that's not an owies, buddy, that's just momma's pee-pee." "Momma's pee-pee," he repeats, several times. He is satisfied with this. And apparently, somewhat relieved. After a time (he is playing with his trains in my room), he points again, "Momma's other owies!" This time, it's my boobs he is pointing to. "No, those are just momma's boobies." Okay. That one was easier. Either that, or he lost interest.
Thomas and Percy and a cup full of goldfish crackers are much more interesting than my body parts.

