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"Careful, Bob. That's a private part."
"No it isn't, Mom."
"Yes it is. My chest is one of my private areas."
"It's not private mom because it's your part but you're my mom so it's not private to me."
"It is."
"Can I hold your hand?"
"Always."
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Zach calls my chest my "tummies." Oh well. . . .at least he knows they're private.. . . .
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to break my one year old son of the habit of sticking his hand down people's shirts, namely, mine.
ReplyDeleteGlad we got that all cleared up.
ReplyDeleteOwen is appalled whenever he sees my "chest". It doesn't fit into his idea of reality. I understand.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure he's convinced.
ReplyDeleteI love Bob.
:)
ReplyDeleteI love that you're doing this.
ReplyDeleteYOu're such a good mother.
Honestly, I dread this part of having kids. LOL
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