“I’m making milk for the giraffe!” Thalia squealed. Nate and I turned to see her, shirt raised, clutching a former favorite animal to her body.
“Oh, like mommy does? From your nipples, sweetie?”
“No. From here!”
Thalia looked down at her belly.
“I guess that’s where my boobs are these days, huh,” I said.
Nate didn’t respond.
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That is just too funny.And I can’t believe I’m the first to comment. Thanks for another great post. You made my morning.
All too familiar with the “rocks in socks” version of formerly pert and well-shaped feeders.
Nate, Nate. How could you?
oooh now. she’ll understand where milk-makers go when she grows her own, and as for nate – he’s never had any, and is never going to, so how could he understand?
Considering that my tummy is expanding to meet my boobs, I’m in the same boat as you even though I’m at least three cup sizes smaller.
Smart husband! He knows when to keep his mouth shut!
oh my goodness!!!!that’s sadly hilarious!!!so, THIS is what i’ll have to look forward to??
I’m sure she’s very bright and was simply thinking about an umbilical cord. Right? No worries.
Well… at the very least that was good for a very hearty laugh.Same on Nate. They’re the only boobs he’s got. He needs to appreciate them better.
OH. MY. GOD.That is too funny. Cause it is toooo close to home….When my daughter was that age she drew a picture of me with dots on my face. I asked what they were. ‘Your pimples Mummy!’Oh the innocence and complete disregard for their own safety, of youth…
Yes, my 2 y.o. son also lifts his shirt and feeds his stuffed animals from his stomach.And while I’m commenting for the first time, thanks for such a great blog.
Ah man you can’t beat the unaware honesty of a small child for great laughs
Nate’s a smart guy
Besides, they don’t care where our boobs are as long as they get to fondle them.
kids and their stinkin’ honesty…
Hi! This is the first time I’m commenting, but I’ve been reading your blog for a couple of months now. I think it’s great!And yes, I can totally relate to this post. My two-and-a-half year old daughter likes to lie on my stomach and rest her head on my ‘pillows’…
Funny, Bossy can’t remember hanging out (shirtless) with your Thalia…
Oh jeez. Kids.
Hmm. Try having A cups that sag down to your belly button and resemble beaver tales. And a daughter who prays that her boobs won’t end up resembling her mothers.Harumph.
i’m totally headed there. breastfeeding doesn’t exactly help this issue.
Ouch!
I noticed that my boob was completely folded over in my bra yesterday. This does not bode well for my post breastfeeding body.
My son does this exact thing with his teddy bear. I can’t believe my once semi-perky boobs are so saggy. Sigh.
a husband’s lack of response doesn’t mean he agrees with you but rather he is again thinking fondly of his early twenties instead of listening to his wife.
Ouch.
Ouch! sad but funny.Jillian
LMAO! That is all.
I love it! My daughter feeds her animals from her bellybutton too. I’ve never laughed so hard as the day she first did it. She walked around proudly exclaiming “baby’s huuuungry, i feed baby yunch.”