Yesterday, as we were snuggling on the couch after Cael's all-too-short nap, we were enjoying a little trail mix snack and some "Thomas the Train". The kid really knows how to kick back. I dropped a dried cranberry and without thinking, Cael drove right down my shirt to catch it. I pulled him back and we had a brief talk about how girls have a "private place" on their chests, and a reminder chat about not invading other people's privacy.
I think I caused more harm than good, because it was as though he'd never noticed that I wasn't flat-chested like him.
"Mommy! What is that?!" (Pointing to my cleavage down in my shirt) "It looks like you have a second bottom!"
Great. Not only does my chest look like a rear end, but now I have to worry about him offending all genders. At least he's an equal-opportunity offender. Off to the plastic surgeon.
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Leave your own "ism". Cael and Graham double-dog dare you.