The Fascination with Bum Cracks.

Yeah, you read it right. Spencer loves those words. Bum cracks this, bum cracks that. Its all he can talk about, and then proceeds to fall to the floor laughing till he has tears. While this is fantastic to watch, I have heard enough about the bum crack to last me a life time. I am not certain where the interest came from, but for god sake, enough already! He wonders about little bum cracks and big bum cracks, why bum cracks are on a person's back and so on and so forth. Remember the whole perseverating post? Well, we are no longer stuck on block buster. Yep, its all about the ass crack these days.

Yesterday, he stepped out his comfort zone and started talking about boobs. I cringe, as he works through his skills for reasoning by asking about big boobs and little boobs. The entire time, all i can think about, is my prayer that he doesn't ask his teacher about her boobs or her bum crack. Yikes, I am nauseous just thinking about it. Wondrous thing is, he has mastered telling everyone that their behavior is inappropriate. I guess when you hear "that's not appropriate to talk about" consistently, you add it to your repertoire of words to save and use for later. We will need to work on this for the next while i am sure. Oh how i long for the days of the pleas for Blockbuster. Instead, i now have to face my little boy who runs naked into my room, proceeds to turn around and say "Wook at me, shakin da bum cwack". This all occurs as he does some crazy dance and waves his arms wildly. Did i mention that i feel nauseous? :)
I guess i should probably focus on the fact, that he is developing a sense of humour. He wants to laugh and make people giggle right along with him. That's a bonus for sure, but man can't we talk about clowns or falling down or even farting? Until we get this under control, I hold my breath. Waiting for him to blurt out those words.

Amazing, the worries I have carried for the last few years. Will my son ever talk? Will he ever carry on a conversation? Will his words ever come together enough that he can develop some friendships? I used to be so sad travelling in the car as there was always complete silence from the back seat. I used to talk for hours to Spencer with very little response. I hoped that if i kept talking, one day he would surprise me and we could talk about all the things he loved in life.
NOW...........I am horrified and ashamed to say that i sometimes wish he would just stifle himself!!! Only when he has boobie and butt crack days. I never ever thought i would think things like "God Spence, enough already, can't you be quiet for 5 minutes?" I get over it real quick though, when i realize that he comes by it naturally. His Mother never shuts up, so why should he?

With that being said, I suppose i should celebrate. So...... here's to all the Bum Cracks and Boobies of the world, and all the other conversations I never thought I would be blessed enough to have with my most special and comedic boy. That alone is something worth celebrating.