The Cain men have a thing for boobs. Well...all men do right?
Brady, who is still nursing, is obsessed with them day and night. That is what he sees me as. One giant, walking, talking booby. This whole weaning thing is gonna be a bitch.
My husband, well, you know how that goes.
My other son, just loves them. Boobies are fascinating to Stinky. If I am not looking he'll shove his sticky little hand down my shirt and pinch me, giggling like a maniac. Now he can't stop talking about them.
At church last Sunday as we were finishing the last song during worship, I am explaining to him that we sing because we are telling Jesus that we love him.
"Can you say, we love you, Jesus."?
He stops and ponders for a moment.
Then with a big grin and a twinkle in his eye he shouts out, "I love your Boobies, mommy!!"
Three shades of red...
Dear Future Daughter in Law,
I'm sorry. I did my best. Here is a blank check for the therapy you will be needing.
At least today it seems like he may be moving on to a new body part obsessions. As I was tucking him in for his nap, he assured me that he could not POSSIBLY rest until I had kissed the butt of each and every one of his stuffed animals. I'll do anything for some peace in the afternoon. Even if it does mean kissing Cookie Monsters ass.