On Monday night, we took our first family venture since Megan's birth. After about 60 minutes of preparation (potty breaks, jackets on, socks replaced, mittens found, kids buckled in), we put Cinderella into the DVD player for the 30-minute drive to Ikea. When we got there, we headed for the restaurant on the third floor (great deal with meals beginning at 99 cents) for dinner.
Annika and Lauren were a tad upset we weren't going to play in this giant basket of balls so we let them eat dinner in the Family Funhouse next to our table. Soon, a new friend "M" came along, another four-year-old girl. Her parents were sitting at the other table alongside the Funhouse--definitely within hearing distance.
As I was checking on their progress (Annika and Lauren can both be easily distracted from the task at hand), Lauren started a conversation with "M" with the statement, "Do you want to see my nipples?" and promptly raised her shirt. (As Uncle John would say, "Awkward!")
However, M's reply put everything back on even keel. Her response was, "They're called 'boobies' at my house." Absolutely nothing seemed out of place to her. Ah, the innocence.
Annika also has her moments where she humbles me (Liz). I'm down about 14 pounds from Megan's date of birth and my stomach obviously is flatter than at 10 months of pregnancy. Annika asked me, "Mama, why is your bum still so big?" Having children is definitely an adventure!
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