“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” Sage asked me last night as we got ready for bed.
“Because I’m in my nightgown,” I explained. “It’s more comfortable to sleep without a bra.”
She thought about this for a minute, then looked worried.
“But mommy – now your boobs are going to fall off.”
That is so cute! The things kids say, head shake.
Eh we’re mom’s now … we don’t need boobs.
Bite your tongue!
Or “Mum…am I REALLY going to look like you when I grow up.” I’m determined to take it as a compliment. Yes, Sireee, I am.
What son points them out and says “What’s this?” Sometimes I wonder the same thing…
I meant, “My son points them…”
Yep. There are times I look in the mirror and think, “whose are these?”
My cousins son brought her her bra one day and said “what’s this mommy?? Oh, its your boobs?” It was too cute.
That’s better than, “What happened to your boobs, Mom? They’re all gone.” I suppose that’s what happens after breeding seven leeches, but it still hurts. A lot.
I vaguely remembering telling my mom I hoped to get my grandmas’s boobs, and not my mom’s… because Grandma’s seemed big and squishy and my mom’s were smaller and cone-ish.
“I like them big and squishy” seems like a great hiphop song lyric.
Good looking out, Sage.
For the record, I think they’re fabulous.
Well for physiological awareness that’s still ahead of my 4-yr-old daughter who is convinced she has both ‘boobs’ and ‘nuts’ somewhere on her body… Thanks, older brother!
My daughter Willa has named my breasts Ursula and Marilyn. Apparently one’s a sea witch and the other’s a movie star who comitted suicide — BY BREAST FEEDING!
And that’s why I’ve been sleeping in a bra since I was 12.
She’s got a point! Pretty sure that’s the only thing keeping my preggo balloons attached right now.
Bless her heart.
Sage = Awesomeness 😀