My life is really busy. I've got two little boys (no, I don't wish I had a girl) and a Gus (puppy), all of whom slobber on me, wrestle with me, accidentally pee on me, and fill my days with endless laughter and joy. Ohh, and dirt. My issue isn't whether this shirt goes with those pants; it's which shirt hides more signs of boy. It's the life of a girl surrounded by truckloads of testosterone seeking a little perspective and the occasional opportunity to pee on my own.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
"Mommy, Where Do Babies Come From?"
"Mommy, where do babies come from?"
I explain.
"Wow, that's unexpected."
Atticus chimes in with "Nooooo, babies come from under couch!" (This would be where Atticus always finds his toy baby)
1 comment:
I wish AJ!
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