|The tying cleats dance.|
If you've had children, been a child or know someone with a child, you're probably familiar with the shuffle two-step dance involving multiple kids, multitasking homework helping, snack fixing and sport-of-the-season attending.
It brings great joy to my heart to announce soccer season is finally over.
But without soccer season, I wouldn't have my new favorite term. We carpooled to soccer practices. Child #2, was picked up by a good friend. She would pull up in front of my house with her minivan full of boys and off they would go, Child #2 talk, talk, talking even as we slid shut the door and waved good bye.
On one of those last carpool trips my friend got a special treat. As they pulled away from my house Child #2 announced to the eager ears of a van full of boys, "I know what a girl's penis is called." He paused, because he's got an ear for delivery before adding, "It's a vagina."
"No, no," my friend's son corrected. "It's not a VAgina, it's a BAgina."
This correction resulted in several minutes of hot debate until it was decided that a girl's penis is indeed called a Bagina. Jokes ensued, none of them pleasant for the driver. "Hey boys," she called, "Let's find something more appropriate to talk about."
If you've ever driven a carpool you know this suggestion was ignored. Except, luckily for my friend, Child #2 was in the car. He came to her rescue, shouting down his friends. "Guys, guys. Listen up. There's only one Bagina in the car and she wants us to talk about something else."
It really is the little moments, the ones where you discover your son has referred to a grown woman as a Bagina, that make you smile, turn bright red or some combination of both.
But readers, readers, I think you should know....there's only one Bagina writing this blog and she wants to say thanks for putting up with her kid story.