The other night a friend stayed over as it was more convenient for her to be close to the airport for her flight the next day.
It was the night of phone calls for me – I can go days without getting a phone call from an actual friend as opposed to the hangups from telemarketers that I screen out. So my friend was in the bathroom supervising JJ while I was talking on the phone. I must say it was great to be able to talk on the phone without being crawled over or nagged.
He had an itchy bottom and asked her if she could scratch it for him. Being an obliging friend and a fantastic psuedo aunt, she gave him a bit of a scratch on his butt cheek. He said that wasn’t where the scratch was, it was right in his crack and he couldn’t get to it so could she please do it.
She thought it was perhaps something I might do but decided against doing it anyway. I told her afterwards that there’s no way I would be scratching my son’s bum right in the crack – it’s his sacred space.
