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.
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My kids tell me that I have a jello bottom.
Monique
And I have a squishy belly.
My son is too infatuated with my breasts to even realize I have a squishy anything else. Like father, like son.
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!
Heidi said the "S" word!
I haven't responded in a while...sorry....I love your blog. It cracks me up.
I can tuck my nipples into my jeans. You got nothing on me bumpy butt!
Poor Jack. One day he'll say that to the wrong woman and regret it.
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.
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