My three-year-old, Jack, was watching me shave yesterday morning before leaving for church. Small rivulets wended their way from razor to hand to the lowest place possible, my elbow, and dripped. "What's dat?" he asked.
"That's water dripping from my elbow," I said, trying not to cut off my ear.
"No," he said. "It's milk coming from your boobies. Dat one," indicating my right nipple, "has chocolate milk and dat one has juice."
2 comments:
Kids exceed our imaginations.
Hey, thank you for praying for my daughter. During the first 36 hours I kept thinking of her when she was only a few years old, and your family came to mind because we had that same buncha-kids-Bedlam for years.
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