In an effort to be self-effacing, I will tell you a story (not of a man named Jed) from the mouth of babe. To make it even better, it has the chance to be incredibly embarrassing for me, but I'm choosing to not let it be.
So, here it is:
As a bit of background: I'm a plus-sized gal with a plus-sized chest. As a stay-at-home-mom, I can wear whatever I'm comfortable in, which during the summer, is pretty much all tank tops all the time.
Now that you have the background.
We were sitting at the table after enjoying supper about a week ago. Bug looks at me, turns away, and switches back to look at me again.
"Mom, I see plumber's crack!"
"No, you don't!"
"Yes, I do! It's in the front!"
So, my darling daughter saw my cleavage and referred to it as frontal plumber's crack.
I guess it's better than being called "Boulder Boobs" like I was in 6th grade.
or Do Pirates Like Snow? Some of the many imponderables uttered by my children. This is going to be my record of life (because I don't scrapbook, never kept baby books, and have a horrible memory) and the things that happen as a not-so-patient stay-at-home-mom. I'm trying to deepen my faith, but hoping life doesn't cover me in mud.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
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Okay I am laughing my plumber's crack right off! My daughter does the same thing to me if mine is showing. She usually says "Mom your crack is showing and not the one in the back". Gotta love kids.
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