My youngest child is a bit Dutchy when it comes to her speech. She's better than she used to be, but still sometimes things don't come out quite right. I am her translator for the most part. I can decipher what she says better than anyone.
But when she walked up to me just now with this postively angelic look on her face and said,
"Momma, I just let Chandler play with my tits."
even I was a bit taken aback.
I leaned closer to her and asked, "Ummm....what'd you say, hon?" She just grinned and said, "I am letting Chandler play with my tits. You know, my tits!" Slowly I walked to the toyroom, very concerned as to what I might find.
Imagine my relief when I saw Chandler holding her stuffed alien, Stitch.
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Hmmm....at least it was Stitch, who knows what Natalie would have let him play with!
LOL!!! My son loved playing with his fruck.
I voted for you Kristin Diva!!!
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I'm glad it was "stitch" instead of tits. She needs to wait a couple a 20 years for that one!! LOL
uhh...yeah...I'd say tits need to at least GROW before they get played with. I can imagine your relief! My nephew had a fruck too! A fruck that went voom voom voom!
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