Last week, the three youngest and I had to run a few errands, one of which was spending a gift card at the mall. We grabbed some lunch in the food court and headed up the stairs to the store of said card. Halfway there, I looked down and noticed that a bit of food was stuck to my shirt.
"Oh, I had food on my boob." Isaiah gave me a sideways glance. I brushed it off but it left a small grease spot behind. "Aw man, now I have a spot on right on my boob. Isaiah, why didn't you tell me I had food on my boob?"
Isaiah threw both hands up as though creating a protective shield around his head and said, "Mom! Will you quit saying that?! You are freaking me out!"
Oops. Note to self. Do not say boob in front of Isaiah.
WHAT?! I'm freaking you out, too? ugh. Note to self. Do not say boob on the blog. oops.
;-)
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bahahaaaa! tks for the laugh! got a pretty AMAZING poster of will smith...i may sell it to you when i get home....hmmmm then again it may hang nicely in my mom's living room..
I always knew our sons were alike in MANY ways. Isaac demands we say "breast" --- boob is just too crude of a word for him.
weird boys. (because we are TOTALLY NORMAL parents)
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