And what did Thick & Juicy say?

Believe it or not, I was actually a pretty shy kid.  I used to listen in awe to the other kids just ramble on to their parents about whatever.  It amazed me that kids could actually say what they were thinking to their parents. It was a feat I dared not attempt with my parents until I was about 20.  As a kid, I told myself that my kid would be able to talk to me about whatever and he does.  Boy, does he.  He tells me things I'd rather not hear sometimes and since I want him to tell me stuff, I have to listen.  Sometimes I have to listen like the words that come out of that boy's mouth don't freak me out:

-I won and now I'm the champion and Monday I get a brand new belt.  Tonight I was wrestling Thick'n'Juicy...

-Thick'n'Juicy?

-Cason.

-Oh...

-and then Butt Bacon said, ""Oompa Loompa, you""

-I'm sorry.  Butt Bacon?  Oompa Loompa?

-Yeah.  Cody and me.

-Your name is Oompa Loompa???

-It's just a nickname, Mom.  It's cool.

-Oh geez....

-and then Michael went home with his dad.

-Why doesn't Michael have a nickname?

-Oh, his nickname is Poop cuz he's as big as a turd.  But I don't call him that cuz it's rude.

-and Butt Bacon is polite?

-oh yeah....you should have heard what they used to call him.

I no longer wonder why my parents raised us to be seen and not anxious to be heard.  Still, I'd rather hear than not know what the hell was going on in his brain.  He's my child afterall, so I know there's lots of activity going on in there, not all rational or necessarily organized.  I feel pretty good about being less stressed as a mom than my mom.  But I can't imagine how much pot Cody and Michael's moms are smoking.  I almost fought with the daycare over Oompa Loompa.  Then again, I bet Cody and Michael look at my kid and wonder how he can just ramble on about whatever.