Tonight after bath time, we were doing our normal routine in Cheyanne's room. I had dressed Jameson and laid him on the floor because he loves to get his night wiggles out while staring at everything on Chey's walls. He stays entranced by her name letters. Chey was running around naked because I always take my time dressing her in jammies, mostly because she makes me chase her little naked butt around trying to get clothes on her. Jameson was making his normal squeaks and groans. Cheyanne said "Mommy booby please. Baby brother Jameson maybe hungry." I made her repeat it to make sure I heard her right. Yep. I laughed and said "Oh, he's hungry? Ok, Mommy will feed him in a minute" and kept folding the clothes I was working on. Apparently she wasn't happy with my answer because I looked over and she was pulling up her shirt and pinching her boob heading down to Jameson. BAHHAHAA! It was all I could do not to bust out laughing. Yes I did intervene and told her I'd feed him because Mommy's are supposed to feed babies. HA! At least she is concerned about her little brother starving. And she's apparently been paying close attention.
I love this silly girl.
Like I said, one day she'll kill me for this story, but its just too good not to get in writing. Ah, my life.
THAT is hilarious.
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