Sunday, July 11, 2010
Because we are extra super classy, our kids learn all kinds of rarified turns of phrase. Why, just today Jack stuck his hat hand down my shirt and asked "Boobs?"
"Yes," I told him.
He rubbed his own chest. "Me no me boobs," he said, looking a little worried.
"Well," I told him, "You have nipples."
He patted them. "No boobs," he concluded. Then he brightened, and he stuck his face close to mine. "A ho?" he asked, holding up an index finger.
"No," I told him. "Santa can't bring you boobs for Christmas."
Oh," he said, dejected. "Me no me boobs." He put his hot pink purse on his arm, extracted some dental floss and a Tinker Toy he calls "Key!" and slipped in to his closet.