Alex has recently become aware that zippers pose a potential threat to his, um, delicate areas. It's on his mind a lot, for some reason. Not sure what started it, but I know I'm not going to ever let him watch "There's Something About Mary" - it would traumatize him for life.
Anyway. He has concerns. He will ask - "What if I got my pee-pee caught in a zipper?!" And I cringe, and Bill curls up in the fetal position, and we tell him if he's CAREFUL, it won't.
Last night when I brought the kids to bed, Alex pointed out that there were holes in the soles of his feetie-pajamas and he needed new ones. Which he does, but I don't want to buy new feetie-pajamas at this point in the year, since he'll need NEWER new ones next winter.
So I said "I could cut the feet off," and he looked at me in fear until I said "the feet of the pajamas," and he thought that was a good idea, so I cut the feet off and gave the pajamas back to him so he could put them on. Julia was dawdling in the bathroom, so I went in there to urge her along, and then Alex called to me from the bedroom.
"Mommy...it's kind of hard to zipper this up because the legs won't stay down." Ah, true. The feet parts aren't there to offer resistance when he pulls on the zipper.
"I'll do it," I said, "just get your arms in." I held the bottom of the zipper taut and began to zip up, and then, as the zipper traveled north, Alex cautioned me:
"Be careful zippering, Mommy. I have a dangerous pee-pee."
He's such a cute little male.