Update on our house. And, oh yeah - my son is a pervert.

It's off the market as of June 1, and siding is going up. It's something that we should have done when we first bought this place, but you know how it goes...always something more important to spend the money on. Plus we wanted to do the windows at the same time. But we're not.

The little bit of siding that is already up looks fabulous! I really wished we had bucked up and done it earlier so we could enjoy it, too. But since we've gone 9 months with no offers yet, who knows? Maybe we'll enjoy it for way longer than we want, although I doubt it. It's going to look awesome when we're done. We're figuring we'll relist (probably with a different realtor, though) in a couple of weeks once we get the siding and a few more inside projects completed.

On to the pervertedness: we were shopping in Bad-Mart the other night and both kids were being wild. We put Izzy in the shopping cart and took Sophie out of the seat so I could carry her and get her to calm down. We're walking around, doing our shopping, when I glance down in the buggy and gasp.

I clutch Sophie tight to my chest and do my best prudish head turn. Although my vocal cords are nearly frozen in horror, I manage to squeak to Chris: "LOOK AT YOUR SON."

Izzy had pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees and was very contentedly flopping his winky back and forth. !!!!!!!!!!!! I could hardly have been more horrified had I seen Chris doing this.

Very nonchalantly, Chris pulled his shorts and undies back up and told him not to do that in public. OH MY GOD. Seriously, this kid is a delinquent in the making.

Crap like this is what I feared when I long ago dreamed that I was having a son, before I knew I was, indeed, having a son, and my dream-self exclaimed, "I had a stinking boy??"

I think this might be how boys get cooties.