when i ask Isabella to smile for the camera, she always does the same thing.
she says, “i love cheese!” which is her version of saying cheese. and then she does this:
every single time i haul out the camera. Last night, however, while we were Hanukah/Hannukah/Chanukah’ing (choose your own spelling because i’ve totally given up) it up, when i pulled out the camera and called her name, instead of her usual, “i love cheese” she said “i love boobs”
(by the by, you can check out some pictures from last night up on Fabulous. come on over!)
i swear. you can’t make this shit up, people!
she has also developed this fascination with boobs. we have long, lengthy discussions about it.
“mommy, i don’t like your boobies.”
“what? why not?” how could she not? does she not know perfection when she sees it? (do you guys not know sarcasm when you see it?)
“they are too scary”
“they are not scary!”
“i don’t have any boobies.”
“no sweets, you don’t.”
“yes. i have nipples too…but that’s a whole other discussion”
“i don’t want boobies”
“okay, you don’t have to have them. at least not until you are older. if you’re anything like mommy, you’ll wake up with them when you turn 16. and boys will want to be your friend.”
we have this discussion, or something to this effect, daily.
bring on the google hits. please. i’d love to have something boob related and NOT something Harry Potter related. because, even though i told Sarah that my biggest search was “homer simpson vagina tattoo” and it was, i swear it was, it’s recently been overtaken by “Harry Potter naked” and “Daniel Radcliffe nude” and “Harry Potter naked with horse”
who knew that a very disturbing harry potter dream would bring out the searchers? there also seems to be a lot of people looking for therapists in Toronto who spank. i cannot, for the life of me, figure out where this one came from.