It started off innocently enough - we were talking about the 50 states and she asked me to name them all. I'm sure I failed miserably - but, whatever, it was a learning experience. I happened to mention that she had been born in Washington State and that when she was a baby we drove all the way across the country! Then, I mentioned that when I was pregnant with her I drove from Grandmama's house all the way to Washington State. So really, she'd been all over the country.
Then she asked what pregnant was. So, I sort of generalized and said it was when she was in my belly. Then she said that one day, she'd get back in my belly. Of course I said, "Uh, no you won't." Here's how the rest of the conversation went:
Muffin: But, doesn't your belly have a door on it?
Me: No. No, it does not.
Muffin: Well. That's strange, isn't it? It's big enough for me to get back inside of it.
Me: No, not really. (But thanks for that blow to my self esteem.)
Muffin: When I'm a grown up maybe I'll have a big belly.
Me: Um, sure. If that's what you want.
Muffin: And when I'm a grown up - I'm going to have great big Mipples!
Me: What? What did you say? What?!?! Mipples?
Muffin: Yeah. GREAT BIG MIPPLES!
Did I mention that I'm driving the car? So, I'm flying down London Bridge Blvd and trying to peer into the back seat to see what she's talking about. What do I see? My Muffin. In a car seat. With her tiny hands cupping the air over her tiny chest and a huge grin on her face.
Of course! Mipples - the four-year-old version of breasts. That image will stay with me forever.
I probably should have been horrified but I have to admit I was tickled. At least she's got goals!
2 comments:
Hey, at least she has goals! Mipples are VERY important! LOL!
lol. that is cute!
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