Yesterday morning I had the boys upstairs with me to get them out of the Hubs's hair for a while. Actually, I try not to shower around Biggest any more, ever since he asked me where my penis was. But Hubs was doing some research on how to save us money (and I wanted to keep that going) so I thought, "Hey, they can play in our room while I shower."
There I was, innocently getting ready to get in the shower, when Biggest blurts out, "Wow, Mommy, you sure have a Big Old Bum!" Yes. Yes he did. My confidence shriveled into nothingness as I said, "Um, okay, that's nice." After all, we do frequently say things like what a BIG boy he is and how he'll be BIG as Daddy someday, and he should eat his vegetables so he can get BIG. So big is good........right?
Then he turns to the baby and says, "See! Mommy has a Big Old Bum! No, it's a GIANT bum! Mommy has a GIANT bum! Mommy has a GIANT bum!" This last part was actually in the form of a song.
A giant bum. And if that doesn't get me to Zumba this week, nothing will. That Mommy, over and out.