Last night Liam was explaining to me that the t-shirt I was wearing was not actually a shirt but my pj's because "mommy your clothes are your shirt and they are in the dresser..you are wearing pj's, not
clothes". Ok. whatever....and he is half right because that particular article of clothing does do double and triple duty these days since my gigantic
belly is growing out of everything.
Anyway, as we were discussing my
outfit, he kept leaning into the v-neck of my shirt to gaze into my
(also) growing cleavage. "Mommy....what is that crack for?". "That's not
a crack, buddy, it's just my boobs. "No Mommy, that's your
crack....it's your BOOBY crack".
Of course.
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That made me smile and I needed to smile! THANKS - From the mouths of innocent children so precious!