We’ve had some rodent trouble out in the garage lately, and Cody—along with the boys—is obsessed with humane capture. He’s been testing out all kinds of little cages and traps to catch and release them safely.
So, that’s been the vibe in our house.
Then this morning happened.
It was the usual chaos—everyone trying to get ready at once, bathroom traffic jam, towels flying, toothbrushes missing. In the middle of all that, Cody apparently forgot he was still wearing his chastity cage.
And wouldn’t you know it—our youngest caught a glimpse of him stepping out of the shower and very innocently asked:
“Mommy, why is daddy’s pee pee in one of the traps?”
I haven’t stopped laughing all day.
Oh my! I don’t know how you manage with little ones around – what a challenge!
Goodness. Mommy had to think fast … how, pray tell, did you respond? Youngsters are far wiser than we tend to give credit for … certainly a challenge.
I never dealt with this because I’ve always disliked cages. Not chastity. Just cages. I could always tell if he’d violated the rules. Didn’t need one for that. Just like I’ve always hated undershorts because when I wanted to see or grab cock, I wanted it now … no patience for grappling with hardware. I believe we still have one, somewhere … used for punishment. It has a removable urethral tube.
Actually, this may be a heads up for me. I’ve presumed it was lost in a move. If not, it is adrift somewhere just waiting for discovery by an inquisitive grandchild.
Goodness! … time for some feng shui here. Get the clutter out … it either turns up or I can rest better knowing its gone.
I’m sure I deployed one of my mom-tricks: refocus their attention elsewhere and hope they don’t bring it up with teacher!
Yes, we have discussed what happens if we both were to die at the same time – I am terrified of the idea of our children someday cleaning out the funroom.