Advice: Always wear shorts to the playground

My all action boy is a playground fanatic. The moment I mention the word playground, he jumps up and down on the spot and grabs at my shorts, as if yanking it off will help him get there faster.

I try telling him that it’s a bad move because people who don’t wear pants are usually arrested but he seems to think that “arrested” is a fancy word for “fun and exciting“. I suck at explaining words because I end up making it even more confusing with words like “incarcerated” and he just stares at me blankly like “are you done talking, momma?“

It doesn’t help that I don’t know the Mandarin word for playground so it’s not like I can talk in code to the husband. Sometimes I try to mouth the words and Kelvin is all like “What, I can’t hear you!” and I end up having to whisper it loud enough for the neighbors to hear anyway so I just give up and wear tighter belts to make sure my pants don’t fall off instead.

But I secretly kind of like the jumping though. It’s a typically Truett thing to do and the day he’s too cool to bounce on the spot is the day I have to choke back the tears a little bit.

This is me trying to go for an artistic shot. I kept asking Tru to give me some emotion and this is the best he could come up with. I’m afraid I passed on the bad-posing gene.

This pose with Mickey, he did all on his own.