Tip of the Iceberg

After consuming a lovely sushi dinner with Bonnie and Aaron we settled in for a little couch session. Green Bay is playing Detroit while we admire the VIVID setting on our new 4K TV. Now in 4K everything is vastly clearer than in HD. 4K makes you want to touch the screen. I mean, you shouldn't but that doesn't mean you don't still want to. So the conversation goes something like this:

Bon: Look at how glittery the helmets are in 4K!

Aaron: I know! Makes me what to lick them.

Bon: Laughs (in a fearful yet supportive way that only Bonnie can pull off)                                    

Aaron: That's how babies learn, by putting things in their mouths. Still stands with me. Why is it so wrong to want to learn more about helmets by licking them? I also wanted to lick the poles on carousels when I was little.

At this point I'm feeling kinda bad because 25 years later I now learn that I should have let him lick a little more when he was an infant. Another oops in my mad motherhood skills.

Me: What else do you feel the primal need to do that might offend someone?

Aaron: Sometimes I need to rub someone else's head. Bald ones especially. But people don't always like that.

Me: Well Aaron, I hope you'll forgive me for setting a couple of limits in your formative years. Is this unrequited tactile need the tip of the iceberg? Or tip of the penis I should say since icebergs are melting?

Aaron: My want to touch bald heads is not the tip of the penis. I'm down to the frenulum on this one.  I have always wanted to use the word frenulum in a sentence and I've done it twice in one night. Three times if you add that last sentence.

Happy New Year to all 5 of my subscribers. The Couch is off to a pretty good start.