I would just like to warn my male readers that this post contains references to feminine products.
Consider yourself warned.
Squeezy Bug is desperately in love with her pearl necklace. I found it the other day, put it on her, and she now believes that it is a requirement for daily living. This afternoon, after her nap, she was still pretty drowsy so I was cuddling her and playing with her sweaty hair, which was going all curly on me, and I said her hair was pretty.
All of a sudden, the little thing was WIDE AWAKE. She slid off my lap, toddled over to the hook where the necklace was hanging, pointed at it, said “PITTY!” and then made a yelling growl sound. I made her say please and then put it on her and all was well again.
All this to say.
Today the three little angels and I were at WalMart, which is something I never recommend if you enjoy sanity, and I needed toothpaste. One little tube of Crest for Kids is all I was after, but someone was in the way, and then I wasn’t sure which one I wanted, and so we were standing there at the end of the aisle a little longer than I had hoped.
“Mommy, what are these?”
“Um, those are girl things, honey. You really don’t have to worry about it.”
“Oh. Well, is that where you got Squeezy’s pearl necklace?”
It was all. I. Could. Do. to not die of laughter right there in the toothpaste and tampon aisle.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love this kid, even when he asks awkward questions in public?
Cuz yeah. I’m pretty taken by him. 🙂