December
2006
One of those mommy moments
Timi likes bathing, but only if I bathe with her. Therefore, I have to fill the tub with lukewarm water, get her in, get myself in, get 12 plastic cubes and a pee-capable swan in, let her dump the water from the bucket in which the cubes were in on my head, so that I can do the same to her and therefore be able to shampoo her li’l noggin properly, and then scream at the top of my lungs for Robi to get her out of the tub so that I can wash too.
She recently became interested in her body parts, which we name while I wash them. One day, she pointed to my boobs and asked what were they called. I told her those are my dodos (kiddie Hungarian term for the boobs). She pointed to herself, showed me where her dodos are and we continued the washing. I forgot all about it until Friday.
We went with Timi to Kaufland, a local supermarket. The Christmas decorations were everywhere and we were checking them out while Timi continued her love affair with the treadmill on display at one of the aisles. The kid goes on the machine and either runs or walks backwards on it until we beg her to let some other child play too.
So there I was, looking at some silver bears with flutes in their hands
when out of nowhere comes Timi, gropes my boobs vigorously and screams “DODO!!!” then runs back to the treadmill. People snickered around me, while I stood there confused trying to figure out what was that all about. The I remembered the bathtub teaching and started giggling myself.
I’ll have to show less cleavage when going to a public place from now on.
You’ve been tagged one book, Ada. Read the full story on my blog and enjoy.
hee hee… I’m taking notes lol
I never show cleavage. I have teeny, tiny boobs. I have no choice.
gorgeoux - noted.
mist- just like me BEFORE I had Timi. So, never say never….
My daughter and I were having a catch last night and she dropped the ball and then sat on it and exclaimed that the ball hit her in the [insert girl part that rhymes with …wait what rhymes with that…um, it starts with a ‘v’ and ends with ‘ina’]
Kids are wrong thing sponges at times, they seem to display their knowledge at the least opportune times too!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for showing me I’m not the only one getting embarrassed in public by his/her kid. Now I just have to find the perfect neutral/meaningless term for her girlie parts (She hasn’t asked about them yet) so that when she’ll shout it, people won’t have a clue what she’s talking about. Although they might if she’ll reach for my groin.
After we got our cat fixed, my daughte liked to tell anyone and everyone that her cat just had his “balls cut off”.
At the top of her lungs.
Repeatedly.
Awwwwwwwww I can’t imagine! Poor baby! Mine never had to ask what a breast is.. it was their food, their nurturing, their lifeline. As nature intended.
Huh?