Dynamite and His Hole Obsession

Today, I went to the Dr. with Dynamite for my thirty-six week appointment. The waiting room was filled with all kinds of pregnant women and their other halves, not to mention a few little munchkins running around.

Now, many of you may not know this, but I have a mole under my right arm. For reasons I'll never understand, my kids have all taken turns being fascinated by it. They want to touch it, talk about it; they have a slight obsession with my mole.

As we were sitting in the crowded room, Dynamite looks at me and belts out, "I wanna see you hole!" Well, I was a little perplexed trying to understand what hole exactly he was talking about. Again, "Mommy, I wanna see you hole!" Ahhh, yes, the mole.

This was a situation where had I tried to shush him, he would've grown more persistent. So, I acquiesced to his demand. With bright red cheeks, I slightly raised my arm so that he could look at the object of his desire. And when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he squeals with delight, "I KISS YOU HOLE, MOMMY!"

And with that, he planted one right on my mole. As he pulled away, he looked up at me with the biggest toothy grin you can imagine. As though to say, "Mommy, I just love you hole"

Lovely. People ducked their heads in empathetic embarrassment, but couldn't help but covertly snicker.

Reason #132 why I should get a sitter when I go to the Doctor.