Revenge: Its On.

Remember yesterday when I posted a picture of Kale taking a poop on the side of the road during our trip to New York State? I'm sure most of you thought it was funny and cute, but I know at least one person out there thought, "dang lady, you are embarrassing that kid!" And as much as I'd like to reassure you that I will delete this blog before any potential love interests start googling him, I'm pretty sure that (1) kids nowadays know how to google by the time they're two, and (2) everyone who knows me knows that I'm too lazy to remember to actually do it.

I'm pretty sure Kale has figured this out too, since he's started to seek revenge.

A couple weeks ago I invited my supervisor, her husband, and two kids over for dinner. We are friendly, but at the end of the day - she's still my boss. I decided to be a bit proactive and warned her that Kale would likely take all his clothes off since it was a hot day. I was prepared. His nakedness and refusal to wear clothes were not going to embarrass me. 

About five minutes after they got there, Kale held true to his character and stripped down to his birthday suit. NBD. Things were going well - the kids were having a good time, Kris didn't burn the dinner on the BBQ, and my boss and I were getting a chance to catch up (she's on maternity leave right now). Then something happened... 

Half way through dinner, Kale asked "what this?" We all turned our heads and there he was - sitting naked in the middle of the kiddie table, one hand holding a piece of asparagus, the other pointing directly at his testicles, and again he asked "what this?"

Last night a neighbour came over with his twin four year old kids to gloat to Kris about Italy beating German at EuroCup (a sensitive topic at our house). We were in the backyard when they popped over and (obviously) Kale was naked. Whateves. I wasn't worried about that - I was having a mini celebration in my mind because I was wearing respectable lounge clothes, opposed to the flannel christmas shorts I usually sport after work. 

We stood there chatting, the twins being their ever polite selves, while Kale tried to show them every single thing in the backyard. Truth be told, I think they were a little weirded out by the nakedness. 

For a minute, I let my focus drift to the conversation and away from Kale. Which is pretty much the exact moment he came running at me with a panty liner saying "mama wear this! mama wear this!" 

Its on, kid. It's on.


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