“Mommy, does Baby William get milk from your lips?”
Eleanor was asking me this one afternoon as I held her on my hip in the kitchen.
“My lips?” was the only reply I could give. What was she talking about?
“These, Mama,” she replied, patting my ample chest. “Your lips.”
“And I have lips, too!” she said, raising her shirt to show me.
How — how — how did this mix-up happen? That’s what I want to know.
2 thoughts on “Gross Anatomy”
We’ve been noting for a while that Sarah will give anyone kisses, and that Beth will show anyone her belly button (with her shirt pulled practically over her head “I know it’s down there somewhere!).
my little brother insisted he had nickles on his chest until his big brother handed him a coin and said no this is a nickle those are nipples so now he pays with nipples and has nickles on his chest ugh I give