A couple weekends ago we were all walking through Target. I was pushing the babies in the double stroller, and Emily and Scott were slowly following us. Every once in awhile I would hear them giggling. I could tell they were up to no good of some sort. Then all of the sudden we pass the lingerie section at which time Emily says, very loudly, "Look at all those booby holders!"
Mortified doesn't even begin to cover it. And of course Scott can only snicker. Of course.
Well, then a few nights ago my friend Meesh brought over some pajamas that her daughter had out grown. This was perfect because Emily had outgrown most of her summer jammies, and had been insisting on wearing only the flannel long sleeved winter jammies.
She loves all of these "new" jammies because her older cool friend Kori wore them. But there are two nightgowns that are her favorites, and both have adjustable straps, very similar to a bra. Emily refers to these as her "booby holder" nightgowns.
So today, after getting soaked and full of mud at a backyard splash birthday party, Emily came home and climbed into bed for nap. She was dry and semi-clean at this point, but she and I both commented about the necessity for a bath later this evening. Then Emily, very so matter-of-factly says, "Hey mom, can you please make sure my new booby holder nightgowns are clean so I can wear them after my bath."
What do you say to that? Oh well. You win some, you lose some 'eh?