"That being said, Milo almost took matters into his own hands last night – literally. I had him on the change table just before his bath time, and he was gooing, kicking, and flailing like he always does (the change table is still pretty much his favourite place to be… oh, how that boy loves to have a bare butt. He’s like his father that way). I was tickling his cheeks and making faces at him, when all of a sudden his eyes bulged out of their sockets, his face turned purple, and he let out an piercing shriek the likes of which should never be heard beyond the confines of Hell.
I gasped, wondering how my smiling boy could turn so quickly into a screaming demon, then let out a shriek myself when I saw the reason for his sudden transformation. The poor guy had one of his tiny fists clenched around his penis and testicles and was squeezing them with all his might – and that kid has a pretty good grip on him, let me tell you. Hence the screaming, the horrible, horrible screaming"
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I heard it all from the other room. It was, I suppose, the first time Mom yelled "Don't do that!" at Milo. He didn't listen. Boys should be more careful with their tackle.
Actually, what I yelled was, "Stop it! STOP IT!!!" It was just a tad traumatizing, let me tell you.
Congratulations on your own little tackle-grabber, and thanks for linking to my blog -- much appreciated!
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