Here is your latest installment of Luke-isms, as promised.
It had been a particularly trying day as I attempted to get housework, writing, and Luke business taken care of. It was the kind of day that Brantley received a text message from me saying, “Have fun at the gym after work because when you get home, he’s all YOURS.”
Brantley got home that evening and I headed upstairs to take a bath.
“I just need ten minutes to myself,” I told him.
The tub had no sooner filled and I turned off the water to relax when I heard the door open. A familiar sound followed. It was the sound of Luke dragging his stool slowly across the bathroom floor. He parked it right next to the tub and sat down.
“WHAT are you doing? And where is your Dad? I’m trying to take a bath, Lucas. I just want some privacy.”
“It’s ok, Mom. I’ll just sit here and watch you quietly.”
“No. No. No! Brantley, where are you?” I shouted.
Brantley popped his head in the door. “Luke, leave Mom alone. She’s trying to take a bath.”
“Ok.” Luke said as he hopped off his stool. Then, he stopped. “Oh Mom, just one more fing. I know we’ve talked about this before, but I forgot. What happened to your penis, again?”
“Lucas Payne Wescott, girls don’t have penises…”
He interrupted, “Oh, that’s right. Baginas. Baginas. You have baginas.”
I wished for someone to hold my head under the water until I stopped struggling.
I wasn’t asking for the world. I just wanted ten minutes alone. With my baginas.
Stay tuned for the next installment of Luke-isms where Luke spanks himself as he shouts, “Don’t ask any questions, Mom. Just trust me. I deserve this.”
