Quiet moments are rare in our world. Our girls are always proffering commentary, exploring, asking. I wouldn’t want it any other way…but it does sometimes lead to some “unmentionable” conversation.
A few days ago, I was shopping at Target with the girls in their stroller. We were headed towards the back of the store, passing by the ladies’ clothing section.
“Ooh, bras!” Baby A squealed.
Yes, sweetie, you’re right.
“Those are beautiful!”
Yes, I see lots of different colors, I said, as I continued my quick gait.
“I’m gonna wear a bra when I’m older!”
Yes, sweetie, much older.
[Cue audible laughter from a couple of ladies shopping.]
I was getting dressed in front of the girls one morning. “Why aren’t you going to change your panties?” Baby A said, with alarm.
I explained I had showered earlier in the day, so my panties were clean.
Thank goodness the windows were closed for that little exchange.
As I reference different places I’ve been and things I’ve done, the girls always want to know, “Was I in your tummy?” or “Was I in your heart?” (before I was pregnant).
I knew the question was coming…”How did I get out of your tummy?” asked Baby B.
As I was formulating my answer, she volunteered, “Very carefully?”
Yes, sweetie, very carefully.
Kids are embarrassing.
Luckily, they’re cute, too…so it all evens out.