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Last night I noticed my younger son, William, was hiding in the bathroom. I check on him and make him open the door, only to notice wads of torn toilet paper on the floor and some hanging out the back of his underwear. In addition, the band-aids have been scattered about as well.
When I ask him if he put a band-aid on, he nods -- and pulls down the front of his underwear, whereupon I see about a half-inch of penis sticking out beyond the width of a very colorful Garfield band-aid.
He had applied it himself, of course, and very carefully wrapped it around and stuck it on. I really couldn't come up with a good way to remove it, either, as it was quite tightly applied. Luckily, when we put him in the bath soon after, the adhesive weakened enough that it slipped right off the end.
Dear God. No mother should know that much about her son's potential kinks. Never.
*whimper*
When I ask him if he put a band-aid on, he nods -- and pulls down the front of his underwear, whereupon I see about a half-inch of penis sticking out beyond the width of a very colorful Garfield band-aid.
He had applied it himself, of course, and very carefully wrapped it around and stuck it on. I really couldn't come up with a good way to remove it, either, as it was quite tightly applied. Luckily, when we put him in the bath soon after, the adhesive weakened enough that it slipped right off the end.
Dear God. No mother should know that much about her son's potential kinks. Never.
*whimper*
