Dinner Conversation

Tonight at dinner, B decided that he didn't want to wear his shirt anymore. So somehow, he got his arm out of the sleeve but up through the head hole. Well, he was stuck. I helped him get out of it the rest of the way. For dessert, he ate shirtless. At some point, D looked at him and said, "B doesn't have boobies, he has nibbles!" David was at the sink trying not to laugh out loud although I heard him snickering and I looked at her and smiled. I said, "what did you say?" She said it again and I asked her if she meant "nipples." She said, "that's what I said, nibbles." We went back and forth a few times and finally she agreed that it was "nipples." At least this was a better conversation than the one we had a breakfast yesterday. I can't remember what she was trying to rhyme but whatever it was, the word "fuckly" came out of her mouth. And she said it over and over and over again. David and I both had to bite our tongues because we wanted to laugh so badly. But neither of us said a thing and kept our mouths closed. As fast as the word came out, it went away. A good parenting moment. :)