“Jiggle jiggle! Mommy, know why your bee-hind jiggles? Because you’re old!”
Chicken Noodle made this declaration two days ago after sneaking up on me in my closet, getting dressed. I couldn’t help it, I laughed like Homer Simpson.
Perhaps the sensible reaction would be to tear at my hair in lament. But I have 18 months 22 until then all accusations of agedness will be met with hysterical laughter (even if the emphasis is on hysterical).
Just for the record, no comments on the gelatinousness of my behind will be allowed by those over the age of 5, now or 18 months from now. In case any of you were so inclined (Captain Daddy).