learning man things

Last night I was at the height of irritability and Dennis insisted on being plastered to me. I love his cuddliness, I really do, but after he'd wallowed on me for hours and inadvertently kicked me a dozen times, I was not in the nicest of moods. He was undeterred, but I still felt bad for being grouchy so, in my sleepiness, I apologized and mumbled something about PMS. First thing this morning, he came in to jump on me in bed and asked "Mom, is your PMC all better now?". I laughed and made the correction and now I'm wondering if he will teach the kids at school a new concept today.