So I've bragged before that my younger daughter is a poet.
Two nights ago, I was getting undressed, she looked up at me and said: "Your breasts are big."
They're not huge, but they're certainly noticeable. I recalled long hours nursing this tough little preemie, feeling maternal and proud.
Brushing her hair, she continued. "Your breasts are floppy. Like dog ears, only shorter."
2 comments:
LOL!!! Oh yeah, she's a poet. With a flair for simile.
Where does she get that tongue?
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