Bad Granny

* This is hard for me to admit, even after three weeks.*

** Pat, and any other males stumbling in, you may want to leave now. **

I was a bad granny.  I've been so traumatized by something that happened the day my daughter brought my new grandson home from the hospital, I've been beside myself.  I may have permanent damage.

My first three kids were boys.  It's not like I've never been around them, or taken care of them, it's just been a REALLY LONG TIME.  I do remember that changing their diapers is risky, if you aren't careful.  I've been christened, more than once.

My first four grandchildren are girls.  That's what I've grown accustomed to. 

The traumatizing event happened during a diaper change.  I wasn't even doing the changing, for crying out loud.  Daughter and SIL were in the process and had everything laid out to do the job at hand and take care of the newly done circumcision.  Prior to pulling the diaper off, they were doing the peek thing, to see what was in store.  Everything looked fine and it was pretty hard to tell if the diaper was even wet.  No point putting him through all that, for nothing, I decided to lend my experienced hand.  Boy, did I!  I reached down and squeezed the diaper, in the front, to see if it was wet and out comes the tiniest little scream, much like a newborn kitten!!!  In a mere fraction of a second, I realized what I had done!  I thought for sure I was going to faint, or vomit, I wasn't sure which.  Forgot all about those boy bits.  Remembered quickly, but not quick enough to avoid what I had already done.  He must have thought Granny was trying to circumcise him again. 

Do you think he will remember?  God, I hope not.  I don't think I did any permanent damage, but if his first words sound like Mickey Mouse... I'm headin' for the hills!  

         See, he looks totally fine, sleeping like a baby!