My three-year-old niece had been pressing on my chest and staring at my boobs for almost the whole afternoon of Christmas Day. I get it, I wanted to tell her. They're huge.
"Aunt Jen, what's in your tummies?" she asked in her little girl voice.
"Well, we just ate, " I explained, "so my tummy is full of steak!"
"Noooooooo," she said, "what's in your CHEST TUMMIES?" Then she pulled my shirt down.
"These?" I asked, pointing at my breasts while holding the neck of my shirt up, since she was trying her hardest to pull it down again, "These are boobs." I pointed at her chest. "You have them too. They'll get bigger when you start growing up."
My niece stared at me incredulously. She grabbed the neck of her shirt and looked down at her chest. Then she fell back on the couch laughing and screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
I started laughing too. "Kid, you have no idea."
30 Day of Yoga is going really well. I'll give you an update this week!
4 comments:
And yet, we love kids that age. In a way, they remind us of how we too can appreciate the things we otherwise take for granted. ;-)
ha ha chest tummies. Kids crack me up.
Me too... I wonder if you get to hear stuff like this all the time when you have kids or if you only get these gems every once in awhile.
And bro... I totally appreciate my extra tummies!
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