bouncy

 

Emerson is obsessed with my boobs.  Which, really, are barely even boobs.  I'm lucky if I can fill an A-cup.  Anyway, these days I can't pick her up or plop her on my lap without her poking, or squeezing, or grabbing my bra.  Of course, with each squeeze comes a round of giggles and the exclamation, "boobies".  giggle, giggle, giggle. 

 The other day she said, "I don't know why, but I can't stop grabbing your boobs" and erupted in laughter.  We've talked about how they come in all sizes small, medium and large to which she added, "Miss Janie at school has big boobies that bounce around".  And this time I erupted in laughter. 

  

 

{bra}

Comments

[d.]

tmi? here's to oversharing.

lol. they'll be so distracted by the cake, they'll forget we're even there.

[Mel]

Not sure how I feel about this post.
Between Max's seeking out bellies and Emerson's interest - you better prepare them for my presence - and my very different body type - on Oscar night.