Out of the mouths of babes. Charlie is two-years-old, very talkative, emotive, and so doggone cute. I was sitting on the patio when he asked me to help buckle his sandals. I leaned over and he held onto my shoulder.
" I like you shirt, Nanny. These are so cute." He was referring to the ties on my scoop neck peasant style blouse with beads hanging on the ends.
"Thank you, Charlie." I said.
As the blood rushed to my head, still fumbling with his sandal, he backed up a bit with his foot in my hand.
"OH, Nanny, don't be gross! Don't show you butt like this!" He pointed to my smooshed cleavage which looked like a baby's butt.
I said, "THAT is not my butt!"
He looked at the seat of my chair. "How did you get you butt UP there?"
I said, "Those are my boobs!"
We laughed and laughed.