Get Your Balls Together

 My boys are at the age when just about every bodily function is required comic relief.

Toss in mention of the genitals or your ass and it's a fucking laugh riot to them.

Their days are pepper with words like wiener and whiz or balls, crap and anus that they inadvertently drop in my company.

It's partly my fault because I have a good friend that never aged out of poo poo and pee pee jokes who has been a great source of inspiration for the subject matter of their follies.

But I still wasn't prepared for the onslaught during a recent bowling outing.

We had just been assigned a lane and slipped on our bowling shoes.

I turned and said, "Okay boys, let's get our balls together."

And they fell to pieces.

No stitches.

Pointing each other and laughing while trying desperately to repeat what I just said.

"He said..." said my oldest trailing off into a fit of laughter.

"Get our balls together," said his brother fighting back his squeaky giggle.

The next ten frames of bowling we were inundated with ball jokes.

"Spencer, can you hold my balls for me?" said Cole as he handed his brother a 9 pound marble colored ball.

"Dad, he's holding my BALLS!" and then fits of laughter between the two of them. 

I pick up my ball and it's, "Dad, you've got big balls!!" 

Followed by gut-busting laughter.

I have to admit the whole thing was pretty funny.

The only way I could stop the madness was to change the topic and introduced them to Mianus...