Thursday, March 09, 2006

He is going to hate me when he is older

Two nights ago I am laying in bed reading to my sweet four year old who interrupts the story for the following conversation:
Super Son: Mom, I like your boobies
Mom: Super Son, they are called breasts (stifling my laugh)
Super Son: Breasteses
Mom: Breasts
Super Son: They are squishy and make good pillows
Mom: Glad I could help

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