LMAO!

So this morning, me and Blanche are getting ready for work and I’m slicking my hair back in the bathroom when little Chase walks downstairs and is calling his Mom. Well, his Mom is curling her hair in her room and the radio’s playing, the TV’s on and her door is closed so she didn’t hear him.

The downstairs bathroom (where I was) is directly across from Blanche’s room. So Chase is calling Blanche and she’s not answering and when he gets right in front of the door, he notices me.

He turns to me and is like, “Aunty my lulu won’t go down.”

I dropped the brush and looked over at him.

“What?” I asked.

He walks over to me and points to his lulu (which is penis in Hawaiian or something, I forget) and says, “Look Aunty, it won’t go down.”

By now, my face is redder than I don’t know what and I’m so embarrassed so I tell him, “Well maybe you need to go pee”

He shakes his head and says, “I don’t want to,”

I push him toward the toilet and tell him, “You have to go pee so your lulu will go down.”

He moves away from the toilet and says, “I DON’T WANT TO GO”

Then he runs away and is pounding on his Mom’s door, telling her that he doesn’t want to go pee and I’m making him. I just rolled my eyes and when Blanche opened the door, she asked what was going on and why was he up so early.

So Chase explains to her.

“I woke up because my lulu won’t go down, Mommy can you make it go down please.”

Blanche gawks at him and tells him to go back to sleep and he’s like, “I can’t! My lulu makes my pants go big!”

By now, I’m laughing like a loon and Blanche is glaring at me while leading him toward the bathroom. After she barks at me to finish getting dressed upstairs, I step out of the bathroom and Blanche starts telling Chase how if he pees in the toilet, his lulu will go down. He starts complaining and doesn’t want to and after a few minutes of trying to get him to go, she gives up. She hands him the phone and tells him, “Call your Dad and ask him what to do.”

So he calls Ron and Ron tells him the same thing we tell him and he complains and he cries and then he hangs up the phone, walks over to the bathroom and closes the door and not even five seconds later you can hear him peeing in the toilet.

He flushes and then comes out with tears streaming down his face and I asked him, “What’s wrong?”

“Just leave me alone,” he walked upstairs all dejected because he didn’t want to pee in the toilet.

Oh gosh, kids are totally something else.