April 07, 2008

Corrected

Saturday was warm and spring-like. The younger members of the household put on long underwear and cleats and went to a field near our house to play Ultimate Frisbee. They spent the afternoon running up and down the field, leaping to grab a disc out of the air, or throwing their bodies down into the mud to make spectacular catches. When they returned to the house, they were dripping with muddy water.

Boy in Black, the most experienced player of the group, wears his long hair pulled back with a bandana. His "lucky bandana" is, for some reason, bright pink. With-a-Why, naturally, copies his older brother and pulls his own long, dark hair back with a black-and-red bandana. When he came in, the red long underwear shirt he had borrowed, several sizes too big, was splattered with mud, but the bandana had stayed in place. He looked like a little pirate.

"How cute," I said to him. "You look adorable."

Shaggy Hair rolled his eyes.
Boy in Black glared at me.
Skater Boy spoke up firmly: "No. He looks badass."

Right. That's what I meant to say.

8 comments:

CC said...

Ah! Of Course. How could you have forgotten. Badass. Adorable. Tomato. Tomatoe.

M in my diary said...

Hilarious. I'm just starting to get into that "ahh, mom" phase myself. How quickly it becomes uncool to look sweet.

kathy a. said...

that's such a cute story! at least with-a-why has serious backup against the forces of cuteness.

Silver Creek Mom said...

Your not a cool Mom if you didn't know that.. Common CUTE? LOL! I would have been down there with you. Although Miranda's friends are adding me on FB because they THINK i'm cool. I am going to see Def Leppard ya know. ;)

Hugs

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

LOL! ROTFLOL! I really DID LOL at this! FUNNY!

Piano Boy HATES being called cute--sometimes. Other times he likes it. Hard to know.

Sarah Sometimes said...

Those boys may think they're badass, but they sound like the sweetest boys on earth.

ccw said...

LOL!

Casey said...

Hee hee! I didn't know cute and badass were mutually exclusive.

I'm no longer allowed to call my 9-year old "Doodlebug" in front of his friends. (Rolls eyes and sighs.)