So today while Big A was in art class (which she is loving by the way), Little A and I ran over to Kohl's to look for an outfit for some meetings I have Thursday. I wandered back to the undergarment area and was flipping through some bras when Little A started shouting "Boobies, boobies!" and poking the bras. Apparently she thinks bras are called boobies, and it wasn't really the place for a lesson, so I just kept trying to hush her. Not to be stopped, she kept it up and then decided it would be really fun to drop some "boobies" on the ground. Like a whole rack of them.
I quickly gathered my selections and we went to the dressing room. "Mommy pretty. Mommy boobies. Mommy butt. Mommy NAKED," she shrieked loudly. Not sure what actually fit, I hightailed it out of the store. (And for the record, NO, I was not naked!)
Tonight I was putting my purchases away and had hung my two new bras on my dresser. She came in the room and said, "Mommy, two boobies! One for you and one for Daddy!"
Oh lord.
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