I Was My Face Red....

Now I know we all read this page in the back of magazines, whether it be Parents Magazine or Women's World, etc. And I know we have all gotten on giggle off those poor people who feel the need to submit their embarrassing moment to these magazines and get $25 buck out of it. (and no I don't know if that is what you get.) I am not one of those people but I will provide a blog entry for all of you in hopes you can get a giggle off of my expense.

With that said "Boy was My Face Red" twice this week thanks to Daniel. The first moment was Wednesday night while we were helping out our landlords install their new printer. Ok, let's change the we to Mike since we all know that he was the one doing it while I keeping Daniel out of trouble. In all actuality Daniel is very well behaved and feels very comfortable in their home and just enjoys running from one end of the house to the other. As usual Mike performed his magic and the printer was install. As we were wrapping up and just chatting Daniel took a piece of paper off the couch and for the longest time was just "reading" and walking around with it. I, and the rest of the adults in the room, have no idea what the paper contained. With that said here comes Daniel who walks right up to their paper shredder (the large kind that sits on the floor) and proudly inserts the piece of paper, the correct way I might add, and proceeds to shred it. I was like "OH MY GOD" and started to hit any and all buttons to stop the shredder from shredding and scoped Daniel up. Of course it was too late and in my "effort" to save the paper I jammed the machine but good. All I could do was laugh along with the rest of the group and shake my head. How he knew I have no idea but boy was my face red.

The second "proud" moment of the week was yesterday afternoon while we were in the yard enjoying the hint of sunshine between the rain drops. Our landlord and her daughter came home and stopped by to chat. Daniel took a few moments to warm up to them since he had just gotten up from a nap and I was holding him. Just recently he has felt this need to stick his hand down my shirt - for what reason - I have no idea. Oh course he did it yesterday and our landlord asked what he was doing. Now to her defense I know she was not thinking Daniel would say what he said and was just engaging him in conversation. So in answer to her question, Daniel quite proudly said "Boobs." Yes, my friends "Boobs" and yes my face was red. For the record I don't' have a clue were he picked it up or how he knows since he did not participate in that activity at all. Once again, thankfully everyone laughed and hey, it's got the "B" and "O" sound in it, right???

No doubt there will be a few more of these moments to come.........