Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Tigers Socks And Farts
Let me set the scene for you...Lil Duck and I chatting in my bathroom as I am changing into pj's in prep of the bedtime routine. I pull my shirt off and she steps closer with a very concerned look on her face...
"Oh, Momma..." she says while tenderly touching the area around my naval and above the waistband of my jeans.
"What did you do? Does that hurt? Were your pants to tight? I'm so sorry" she says as she stares at my stretch marks. I do have tiger marks. Wicked ones. I don't mind them and I've explained them to her before but I do so again.
"Those are actually from YOU goofy. My belly stretched a LOT while you grew inside it"
Thinking a moment, she nods slowly, "OOOOOhhh....yes. Yes, yes yes...I have marks like that too when I take my socks off. So...will you take a bath with me tonight? I promise I won't fart this time"
And THAT is why I continue to feed this child. She amuses me to no end.