(Wo)Man in the Mirror
6 May
The other day, I was sitting with Bee as we thumbed through a Disney Princess storybook. My lovely daughter, who is currently obsessed with my ever-growing prego bewbs, pointed at a photo and said:
“Mommy! She has boobies like you!”
Normally being compared to a Disney character wouldn’t be a problem. Might even be a compliment.
Yeah, uh, not so much.
And then she topped off the compliment with, “And she’s growing big like you!!”
Excuse me while I go kill myself.
Song title: Man in the Mirror by Michael Jackson
“You’ve got your looks, your pretty face, and don’t underestimate the importance of BOOOODDDDDDYYY language – HA!”
Tj has told me that I look like a whale and walk like a penguin. And she has also taken to calling me “mama Mia”. Feel the love?
Hmmm. I’m not seeing the resemblance. B and Z must’ve learned the art of giving compliments together. Every time Z goes potty (he uses one of those things that goes over the big hole so their little bottom doesn’t fall in) he tells me that I don’t need to use the special potty seat because I have a big bottom and I don’t need to worry about falling in. Yeah, thanks.
Oh. My. God. That is hysterical. I mean, yeah, I’m sorry but… still funny.