PeePee Fight

by Tori 9:41 AM 0 comments

As a mother of 2 little boys, I've learned 2 major life lessons: 1. Things will never go according to plan 2. My children will never cease to amaze me.These can be good and bad things. It's taught  me to be less controlling and appreciate the wonders of a child's mind. Though every once in a while Ben or Sean will do something that just leaves me speechless, like Ben did recently.

The three of us were sitting in the living room discussing the meaning of life (okay fine, we were really watching Caillou) when the boys started fighting over a spot on the couch. This, of course, did not end well. Before I could break them apart, Ben had already kicked Sean in the crotch and he was crying. Even as I tried to soother him, Ben couldn't help giggling because Sean had gotten kicked in the "peepee." Then all of sudden, the strangest thing happened; Sean started giggling, too. It was as if this little light in his head went off that getting hit in the crotch was funny.

This was the beginning of the end. Shortly afterwards I heard Ben calling for me telling me that he had made up a new game called PeePee fight. He went on to explain that this game involved him and Sean sitting across from him on the couch, and them taking turns Ben trying to kick the other in the crotch. I told them that it was a mean game, and I didn't want to see them playing it. That meant that every time I walked out of the room, they would play in hopes that I wouldn't hear them. For some reason, Sean obliged to Ben's every command and would sit down indian style (is that un-PC term still used?) waiting for Ben to rack him.

When Ryan got home, he told them that PeePee Fight wasn't a very nice game, and if they tried to play it with other kids, they probably wouldn't have any friends. Once the kids were out of earshot, Ryan informed me that it was the most hilarious thing he had ever heard, and they were never going to stop playing it because seeing other guys get hit in the junk was still funny to him at 30 years old. 

Either the kids have gotten better about not playing this when I'm around or have stopped playing. I'm hoping for the latter, but I highly doubt that. But on a happier note, I got a little to close to comfort when trying to snap Sean into his car seat last night, so I told him I was just playing PeePee fight. He quickly informed me that it is played with your feet and not the car seat.