Not Funny

I am an adult. Not only am I an adult, I am in my 30s, the oldest sister, a wife and a mother and with that you would think maturity would be inevitable.

I guess I missed the day maturity was handed out. The following are things that I should not find hilarious, but unfortunately I do.

• I got a call from daycare telling me I need to take the baby to the doctor because his penis was swollen. On one hand, I was worried about my poor chazz’s privates, but on the other hand I couldn’t help but giggle when I called to make the doctor appointment.
  
  
• I also couldn’t help laughing when my coworker told me to make sure the doctor checked his testicles to make sure they weren’t twisted. I am sure it is very serious if they are twisted, but the teenager inside me thought it was hilarious.
  
  
• Seeing the site of little Chazzy chazz in agony when I picked him up from day care sobered me up for a little bit, but when he held my hand and walked into the doctor’s office with a diaper, but no pants on, again I had to snicker.
  
  
• Things got funnier when I got him home and he diarrhea-ed in the bathtub.
  
  
• They were funniest of all when I followed doctor’s orders and took the boy outside, naked, for 5 minutes so he could get some sun in the area where the sun doesn’t normally shine. I kept picking him up and aiming his crotch at the sun. Anything to help my baby boy. The doctor did advise that I had to be careful not to leave him in the sun so long that he got sunburn on his privates. For the record, Nathan thought I was making up the part where the doctor said we needed to take the baby outside naked. I only made up the part where he said we had to do it in the front yard.