Bear or Bare

I have been negligent with my blog this past week. Not for lack of material, but lack of time. Where do the hours go?...

School work...work...house work...taking care of strep throat...taking care of bronchitis...taking care of pneumonia...you know the usual.

But this little nugget was too good to pass up. Or not...you decide.

I love the relationship between Paul and Hunter-though I admit that growing up in a house of all girls I don't get the "boy thing." I do try mind you, but sometimes even horror does not describe the reaction they can evoke from me with their antics.

Recently, Hunter was working on his spelling list.

I was giving him a test.

The word was bare. He spelled it b-e-a-r.

I said, "Not that kind buddy. Think about the word you just wrote 5 times."

He burst into to tears, a reaction we get from him if his work is not 100% correct. Huh, wonder where there comes from? Must be Paul.

Between sobs that should be reserved for things like broken bones he said, "That's the only bear I know."

Even as the words were leaving his mouth, from the corner of my eye, I can't believe what I am seeing.

Paul is mooning him. Yes, you read that correctly.

Paul is mooning him and saying, "You know bud, this kind of bare, like your bare butt."

The shock on my face was overtaken by complete hysterical laughing from Hunter.

I can assure you he will never forget these two homonyms.