The funny side to life as a working single Mum. My stories of embarrassing escapades, toddler tantrums and great expectations.
Monday, 1 September 2014
Boobs, bits and balls.
On a completely different note, my 2 year old son is able to identify 'boobs' and 'balls' by name. If he walks in on my dressing, I receive shouts of 'BOOOOOOOBS! ' followed by a mass of giggling. At nappy changes and bathtime, it's as though he has discovered his balls for the first time, every time, and is questioning them: 'balls?'
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