Thursday, February 17
Caught !
He froze. I was groggy and lost for actions. We stared at each other for a good 1½ mins. Then in slow motion, he backed away from the scene of the crime and sat down half a meter away from it.
His embarrassment made me more embarrassed. I looked away, hummed a little tune like I didn't see what just occurred, and slowly lie back on the bed.
It's one thing to know that your boy's entering puberty; it's quite another to actually witness it. Last night, the first sight that greeted me when I looked over my bed, was Lecter in mid-act of that-thing-males-do.
He froze. I was groggy and lost for actions. We stared at each other for a good 1½ mins. Then in slow motion, he backed away from the scene of the crime and sat down half a meter away from it.
His embarrassment made me more embarrassed. I looked away, hummed a little tune like I didn't see what just occurred, and slowly lie back on the bed.
2 Comments:
Oooh, poor boy! He will be haunted by the shame of being caught for many years to come...
It's even become his hobby.
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