Walking through the grocery store today, I was pushing the cart with Kaley riding in the seat. As we turned the corner onto an aisle, she suddenly reached up and grabbed both of my breasts and said loudly, "Mommy, what's that?"
Not wanting to get into an anatomy lesson in the middle of the store, I quickly turned away and tried a diversionary tactic. "That's my shirt. Do you want applesauce?"
She wasn't fooled. "No, mommy, I mean the balls under there."
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