After a lot of occupational therapy to get over some serious sensory issues, my six year old son is no longer afraid to touch anyone. He's also not real shy about it. When his sister started playing soccer and softball a few years ago, I would take him to practices where he would approach any Mom who paid him any mind and would begin rubbing her legs or arms. Not to mention, he would inevitably try to rub her chest as well.

Thanks to some good fortune, last week our family got a Wii. What does a Wii have to do with chest rubbing? Well, I'll get to that.

Aside from the fact that we warned the kids not to hurt themselves while playing their new video games...okay, that was after I pulled a shoulder muscle while bowling...we also told them never to touch buttons if they don't know what they mean. Because, so help me, if someone wipes out my Guitar Hero standings and I have to start over, it's not going to be pretty.

So, back to the chest rubbing...

Tonight, when I was folding laundry, my son saw one of my bras and asked, "Mom, is this for boobies?"

I replied, "Yes. Yes, it is."

Then, I realized we stressed being careful with the Wii a little too hard when he said, "And, I never, ever, ever touch private parts like boobies...and I never, ever press reset on the Wii either."

Labels: Family Life, Kids, Shameless Statements