I was wearing a gray hoodie. Oversized for optimal lounging. Zip-up front.
Talmage wanted the front zipped down. I wanted it up. Talmage continued to want it zipped down. I continued to want it up. Talmage insisted it be zipped down. I insisted it be up.
"Stop, Mom," he said, disgusted and exasperated. "Talm like boobs."
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Abel is convinced my chest is just another baby on her way (Adelaide-he's convinced we're having a girl next).
ReplyDeleteIt's particulary embarassing when we're in public and he wants to "touch" Adelaide.
I feel your pain.
Where is the picture for this entry?
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