My two year old nephew is very interested in boobies. He always has been. He did not want to stop breast feeding. He’s a breast man for life. But yesterday when we were having a nosh at the amusement park he started playing the touch the booby game. A game I am all too familiar with but usually with an older contestant. And we would both win in the end if you know what I mean. Anyway, in between nibbles of french fries he would reach up…pat my breast…giggle and say…”Boobies!” So I touched his chest in response and said…”Boobies!” To which he replied…”That’s my nipple. Don’t touch my nipple.” Not being able to resist I responded with a quick…”Well don’t touch my nipple.” It was all very innocent of course unless a stranger heard us then it may have seemed a little incestuous.
Today as if it were a follow up to yesterday’s game my nephew started pointing out that people had two boobies. He’s learning to count. On his Leap Pad he counts apples and ducks. Why not boobies? So my sister agreed and said…yes we all have two boobies. He points to me and says…”That not two boobies.” Implying of course that my breasts are so big there could not possibly be only two boobies stuffed in that shirt. Oh, the laughs we had. Perhaps it’s time for reduction surgery
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