Remember yesterday when I spoke of my daughter’s “ass explosion” and my own cheese-producing nipples? Yeah. If you’ll see the time stamp on that entry, it says 3:30pm or so. Well, as soon as I wrote that, I had to go pick up LilZ. When he got in the car, I asked him how his day was. He proceeded to tell me about his technology club meeting and then asked if I would help them with an upcoming project.
(YES! YES! YES! They like me! They really like me!)
I then realized he wasn’t at all surprised that I was picking him up instead of MrZ. “Aren’t you wondering why I’m here? Your sister was sick.” “I know. I read it on your blog.”
At first, I was kinda tickled. Evidently, he was showing it to his friends at the technology club meeting, which would have been just a few minutes after I published the thing to begin with. I was smiling inside as he was telling me, “They didn’t believe it was you, I had to show them pictures of me and Nikki together to prove it.” I was just so proud that he was proud.
Then…he looked at me and said, “Yeah. Of course it would be the entry where you talk about Nikki’s ass exploding.”
Ooops. He didn’t mention the cheesy nipple reference, I’m hoping they didn’t get that far in the entry. I can just imagine how mortified I would have been when I was 11 if I was reading about my mom’s nipples with my friends standing around the computer with me. EEK. Luckily, LilZ is ten-times more laid back than I ever was. I even said, “If you want me to stop cussing so much, or talking about that stuff, I will.” He just shook his head and said, “Nah. I really don’t care.”
I guess in the big picture? That’s probably the least of my offenses as an embarrassing mother. I’m sure the Car Dancing I do driving him around town would be the first on the list of Things I Wish My Mom Would Stop Doing, if he were to make such a list. Lucky for me, he just dances along with me.