Tonight as I was lying in the top bunk, pretending to be asleep, I felt little hands caressing my hair and heard a song: Hush little Mama, don't say a word, Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird ..."
A few stanzas were skipped, but it was beautiful nonethless. Then he got his finger entangled in my hair, ripped it out painfully and said, "Mama! You have curly hair just like Lula Blue!" Lula is a friend at school.
I took that as my cue to exit the bed and go sack out on the couch in the same room as my husband. Just as I was exiting the room, he asked, "Mama? Do you have a penis?"
I told him we'd talk about that tomorrow.
May is coming and y'all know what that means: BREAK BETWEEN SEMESTERS! During those times I have a habit of posting incessantly about nothing.
So, The Goose may not be the only one singing, "Hush Little Mama."
See y'all next month.
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Yes, the Basha has already asked if the Empress has a "peeper". I'm still trying to come up with a good kid friendly nickname for her parts.
Bring on the posts, I love reading them even if you post about nothing. They almost always bring a smile to my face.
Cindy
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