Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Shut up, Jack.


I'm in my room, changing from work clothes to comfortable clothes. Jack is with me (for those of you who don't know, Jack is my 3 year old son).

I'm standing there, facing my closet, reaching for my sweats (at this point I have just thrown my work slacks in the hamper).

I feel something repeatedly poking me in the back of my upper left thigh.

It's Jack. He looks very concerned.

He continues his prodding and says, "Your bum-bum is all bumpy Momma. Whatcha got in there?"

Shut up Jack.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

My kids tell me that I have a jello bottom.

Monique

Kristi said...

And I have a squishy belly.

The Craftypigs said...

My son is too infatuated with my breasts to even realize I have a squishy anything else. Like father, like son.

Brazenlilly said...

Ha! Yes, my 3 year old repeatedly and excitedly tells me we must be having another baby because my tummy's so big there MUST be a baby in there.

Celeste's comment made me laugh out loud!

Rick said...

Heidi said the "S" word!

StephanieJ said...

I haven't responded in a while...sorry....I love your blog. It cracks me up.

discomommy said...

I can tuck my nipples into my jeans. You got nothing on me bumpy butt!

World of Wright said...

Poor Jack. One day he'll say that to the wrong woman and regret it.

Terri said...

I had to stop taking my four year old daughter shopping with me for lingerie after she said, "Mommy, that is toooo little" with her little eyebrows squinched with concern.