Just Call Me Nipples

Havarti was shirtless after his workout this morning, prompting this discussion with 3-year-old BoyWonder.

BoyWonder, looking at Havarti’s chest: You have nursies.

Havarti, setting the record straight: No, boys don’t have nursies.

Me, seizing the teachable moment: Those are called nipples.

BoyWonder, grinning at me: YOU’RE called nipples!

Well, alrighty then.

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Annie writes about life, motherhood, world issues, beautiful places, and anything else that tickles her brain. On good days, she enjoys juggling life with her husband and homeschooling her children. On bad days, she binges on chocolate chips and dreams of traveling the world alone.

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  1. This reminds me of the time I walked into the room and my then 18 mos. old looked up, focused on me, and commented, “Oooh, milkies over there!” Yep, we all know what mama’s most important function is. Just call me Milkies. 🙂

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