As any mother of boys will know, there is never a shortage of “boy talk”. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. The poop talk and the fart talk – followed by the ecstatic giggles. Its a daily thing here – an hourly thing really. You get used to it, or you learn to ignore it.
But then I had little miss thing. She will be three on Sunday, and I would say that the last 6 months or so, her personality has really developed into this funny, very bossy, very stubborn little girl (I have NO idea where she gets that from). She is very aware that she has an older brother but has no problem keeping up with him whatsoever, although that doesn’t stop her from being a very girly girl at the same time.
So now there’s a new hot topic in our house – boobies. Boobies, boobies, boobies. It’s all we talk about over at our little boobilicious abode. Boobies in the morning, boobies in the evening, boobies in the afternoon. Its not only the main topic for her, but its also the answer to every question.
“What do you want for breakfast, today?”
“Are you ready to go and pick up your brother from school?”
“What do you want to watch on tv today?”
“Spongebob! And boobies!!”
Of course, with the booby topic, comes the flashing. Yes, my almost three year old is a flasher. She will flash anyone, anywhere, anytime – she does not discriminate. She will hike up her dress, to her neck, if it means you get to see her “boobies”. It is so adorable, especially when she follows it with her sugary, Cheshire grin. My son is so amused by it, (and envious of the attention she gets, I’m sure) that he too enjoys a good flashing of his little man “boobies” from time to time.
I have tried to get them to stop, but I’ve pretty much given up on it at this point. They find it so deeply hysterical, that I quite enjoy it (when we are home ALONE!). Besides, I figure the frigid, unbearably cold, depressingly freezing, Canadian winter we are about to enjoy, should take care of the rest of it.