This morning started as many do: All four of us snuggling in our bed, putting off getting up as long as we can. Reuben and I usually rub noses and Peter climbs on us trying to wedge himself into the perfect nook.
At one point Paul declared that he found 'Mom's Sweet Meat' – my puffs of extra fat around my middle. Thank you, Paul. So we get out of bed and Reuben says to me, “Mom, I want to see your meatballs.” Nice.
2 comments:
Tell Paul he's crazy if he thinks you have "puffs of fat". Too funny Reuben!
For clarification, "sweet meat" is not a reference to puffs of fat! It's about those curves that are fun to grab.
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