Over a year ago, I wrote a post about my husband reading my 5 month old son some crude bedtime stories from Sandra Boynton and Dr. Seuss. I noted that my husband knew he had a finite amount of time that he could say wildly inappropriate things to our son, so I let it slide. My husband’s humor is hilarious, corny and mostly inappropriate AT ALL TIMES.
Do you think anything’s changed now that we read stories to our 19 month old? No sir. Not at all.
My father-in-law purchased a book of Children’s Mythology for the Bug. It’s a smidge advanced right now, but for some reason he picks it out for a bedtime story every night. I mean it, every night.
So instead of reading the stories, we usually point out the pictures (minus the scary Medusa picture and the mean killer birds) and make things up. This was tonight courtesy of Daddy.
“Oh, do you see the man with the big arrow? He’s going to go stab his wife because she cheated on him.”
“Hmmm, that man found a woman and her baby in a bathtub. He must be doing mushrooms.”
And there was some “butt” reference that I can’t even go into on this blog because I try to be family friendly. However, if you know my husband at all, I’m sure you can imagine the direction he went in.
He’s not alone right? Please tell me there are other husbands out there who tell their kids about the animals that are trying to “get some” and about the woman who was mad at her husband but still had to go do the dishes.
Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?