I have always known as the kids got older the questions they asked would get harder to answer. I anticipated some questions while I was pregnant with Blake and some more during delivery. We did get a few. Typical "How did the baby get in your tummy and how is he going to get out?" Luckily they were satisfied with God put him there and the doctor is going to get him out. I thought we were doing a pretty good job.
Last night I was making dinner and Brandt was playing with one of Campbell's Barbies. He was doing karate chops with her, so I wasn't too worried. Out of no where he says "Mom, her clothes slipped off and her boobies popped out". Trying not to laugh, I said "Sure, four pieces of Velcro popped open and her clothes accidentally slipped off. Time to put the Barbie away". And that was the end of it - until bath time. I had Brandt and Campbell in the bathtub and Blake in the baby bath on the counter. I was bathing Blake and they were playing. All of the sudden I hear "Campbell, can I play with Ariel's boobs?"
(And this Ariel doll has a permantley painted on seashell top)
I am so not ready for this.
Then again when Christi and I were in first grade, we played Kissing Bandits at recess.
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That is absolutely hysterical! I actually had to LOL! Miss you lots and cannot wait to meet the new addition! Just wait until they are 11, the questions really get crazy then! WOW!
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