So, we were just at Victoria's Secret, because my waist isn't the only thing shrinking. When we got in the dressing room Harrison started a conversation that may have been better in a whisper.
I must preface this by saying that Harrison has always been a little obsessed with boobs. Especially boobs vs. pecks (that's what we call his). In fact, he asked my mother-in-law if she had boobies or pecks? I think she was a little disturbed. If you are already disturbed, stop reading.
H- What is that?
M- A bra.
H-To put over your boobies?
M- Yep.
H- Boys don't use bras. (Proceeds to pull down his shirt and show me.) See, we don't like to put anything over our pecks.
M- That's right.
H- Maybe when I'm a girl, I'll put a bra over my boobies.
M- You're never going to be a girl. You'll always be a boy.
H- Oh.
Then after I tried it on, put my fitted tank top on (because that's the true test of a good fit -- how does it look with the shirt on) and went closer to the mirror to inspect he said, "You look beautiful." I'm vacillating between whether or not I think that was just plain sweet OR he's already taking on the true characteristics of all men, and he appreciates a women in a good bra. I'll stick with the sweet, because his little face and smile looked very innocent when he said it.
Monday, November 3, 2008
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Yes, that was very sweet. At least he doesn't call them "little sucky thingies" and complain that they are wobbly.
Too bad you couldn't upload the family picture of Harrison groping Karen! That was priceless!
Yes, I'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that bigger women get bigger after each child, smaller women get smaller. Why is life so unfair? I think eventually I will be at a negative cup size.
That is hilarious. What a character your Harrison is. Never knew exactly what to call them in front our kids...for now we have resorted to mommy's chest!
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