Oops?

I gave Oliver a bath tonight. When he got out I slicked his hair back and put him in a little blue bathrobe with a duckie on it. It is just his size and adorably cute. I told him to go into the kitchen and say to Kate, "I'm Hugh Hefner."

He pranced right in and proclaimed, "I'm Hugh Hef-a-ner!" Kate laughed, Oliver cackled, and then he proceeded to say it again and again.

That's when I realized my little Daddy joke might have been a bad idea. Oliver's preschool is being reviewed by the State Board of something or other tomorrow for their licensure or accreditation. They sent home a flier with all the things that Oliver must have at school tomorrow: fruits and vegetables in his lunch, hats and mittens for the cold, etc. Obviously it's a big deal.

I can just see Oliver tomorrow, trying to win a laugh from the new strangers visiting his classroom:

"What's your name, little boy?"

"I'm Hugh Hef-a-ner!"