bootilicious?
As we were driving home from a much needed visit to water and green up north a bit all was quiet. We had some peaceful dub music on low. I was stretched out in my husbands new big-ass truck relaxing after a day of splashing and cooling off. My face was kissed with sun and my hair tangled with dirty lake water. I was in a good mood. Peace.
Mama why are you getting so big?
Bill and I glance at eachother. He smiles. I can see him anticipating where this pure and truthful almost four year old mind will go once I open up the gate.
Bill grins as he looks in the rearview mirrow and tells her she doesn’t have to answer that.
Mia, mama is getting big from growing a baby inside. Mamas get big when they grow babies. Where am I getting big?
Well… your head. And your bottom.
Bill chokes back laughter and shakes his head and sends me the ‘you asked for it’ vibe.
My head? My bottom? Or my belly?
Well your bottom. Remember in the bathtub last night? It looked so big, like a pillow. I saw it when you got out it was squishy.
Yeah. I won’t ask again.
Oh, little impish Mia. What are we gonna do with our girls?
Well, I for one think your squishy bottom is quite cute.
And remember the line from Planes, Trains, and Automobiles?: “Those AREN’T pillows!”.
xoxo
Comment by Leigh — August 29, 2007 @ 10:06 pm
LOL
ava used to call me “belly butt” when i was pregnant. nice, eh?
btw, i tagged you.
Comment by misplacedmama — August 30, 2007 @ 2:58 pm