A Pair of Double HI-C's

A couple years ago I posted this blog about how Lana thought boobs worked.  Turns out, even almost two years older, she is still thinking along these same lines.  Here's how the conversation went the other day in the shower. (To those of you who get uncomfortable at the word boob, this post is chock full of boobs!-you've been forewarned.  Then again, did you just start reading this blog?)


Georgia,  pointing to my boob-"What's dat?" 


Me- "That's my boobie."


Sonya-"Yeah that's where she fed us when we were babies.  That's where the milk comes from."


Lana-"What milk?"


Me- "The milk that mommies feed their babies.  The boobies make milk so babies can eat.  Someday your boobies will get bigger to." 


Sonya- "Do you still have milk?"


Me- "No, when the babies stop getting the milk from the boobs, it goes away-(and leaves you with these lovely saggy mom boobs.  Thanks girls!)


At this point Lana looks from one of my boobs to the other sizing them up and thinking. Then she points to each one and asks,


"Which one of dem has da juice?"


She is going to be soooo disappointed in nursing.

Not What They Used To Be

Over the weekend I was in my closet putting my work out clothes on.  Lana was in there with me and asked me what drawer I kept my underwear in.  I showed her.  Then she started opening other drawers to see where my other clothing was kept.  Not sure why this interested her all of a sudden, but fine.  I didn't mind.  Then she opened the drawer where I kept my bras.  She turned around, looked at me and said,


"Is that where you keep your boobies??"


I smiled at her and  started to correct her to tell her that they are called bras, when I realized after having three kids, my bras ARE my boobs.  So yes Lana, that is where I keep my boobies.  Good thing you can buy such good ones at Victoria's Secret, because I certainly don't have the ten grand to buy permanent ones from the plastic surgeon.