Ella is sick today and came to snuggle with me in my bed early this morning. I was wearing a tank top and she saw part of my cleavage peeking out. Oh, the horror! We had the following creepy and possibly emotionally damaging conversation.
Ella: Mommy, when we were snuggling, I could see your boobies.
Me: Hey, there are worse things than seeing my boobies.
People would pay good money to see these boobies.
Ella: Really?! Good! Then maybe we could take the money and go to Chuck E. Cheese's!
Are you calling CPS or should I?
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i love your sense of humor -- so funny!
Conversations about my boobs are a daily occurance at our house. DS swears that he remembers drinking milk from my boobs and will ask if the milk is back every couple of months. When I say no he says, "just checking!" I love this age!
Emilie, you brightened my day! i somehow bloghopped to your site and I am HOOKED! You are too funny. Thanks!!!
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