While bathing Sam and Jack the other night, the following conversation occurred..."Hey, Mama. You know what kind of pet I want you to get me from the pet store?"
"What kind, Sam?"
"A pet boobie."
Stunned, I was sure he was referring to some strange kind of animal and was mispronouncing the name...
"A pet boobie? What in the world is that?"
And without a seconds delay, my son reached out patted my boob and said, "That, Mama. That's a boobie. And I want a pet one."
I was speechless, although the thought that immediately popped into my brain was, "Yeah, son. You want a pet boobie. You and every other man alive." But I said nothing. I moved on to another, more appropriate, subject. And I'm just hoping he doesn't tell others his wish for that special pet.
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