Nipples and Nuts

I am reading a book called "Why Do Men Have Nipples? Hundreds of Questions You'd Only Ask a Doctor After Your Third Martini."

So I was in the shower again yesterday, and Henry came up to me as usual, and he asked what color my nipples were. I said kind of pinkish-brown. He seemed weirded out, so I told him that he had them, too. He pulled up his shirt, and much to his surprise, there they were. And he looked at me and said, "But Mom, why do boys have nipples too?" Weird coincidence, eh? I mean, considering what I am reading. So I told him that I wasn't sure, but that I was reading a book about it. I asked him if he would like me to tell him when I got to that part. He said yes.

On a separate note, I earned major mama points last night by buying the boys peanuts still in their shells. The mama points are due to the fact that two boys shelling peanuts makes an ENORMOUS mess. But oh my God they had SOOO much fun. I set them to work at the table with two sets of nutcrackers and they spent a good half hour shelling and eating. I figure that this is their practice bag. If they can master peanuts, we will graduate to pecans. Walnuts will be our Mount Everest. My husband thinks I am crazy, I suspect, encouraging the kids to do something so messy. But I have a theory on parenting that goes something like this -- 30 minutes of peace and happiness is well worth 30 minutes of clean-up!