Sometimes, when I'm talking to my kids, I'm wondering exactly how big of an idiot I think they am. Here's a recent discussion I had with Bubba about nursing.
Mom: Alright, Bubba. Careful now. Mom's a little sore.
Bubba: Boobs.
Mom: I'm glad we decided to give this another go even after I was sick. You're only six months old. No reason we can't get to 13 or 14 months like your sister.
Bubba: Eight more months of boobs? Yee-haw!
Mom: Hey! Did you just bite me? Be careful, Bubby.
Bubba: Just got excited. Slurp.
Mom: That's a good boy. You're such a hungry little bugger.
Bubba: Yup. Definitely better than peas.
Mom: Maybe I'll make you some rice and peas for dinner after this.
Bubba: [crunch]
Mom: Ye-ow. Be careful, little man.
Bubba: No peas. No rice. Steak. Or boobs.
Mom: Well, I guess we're about done here. I'd better get dinner made.
Bubba: My dinner just walked away. Crap.
[end scene]
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