Denise Harrington's Blog

Cashlin's had a fascination with boobs lately. I kind of thought this would happen a little later in life, but nope, he's noticed them now and wants to discuss everyone's boobs...mine, Nana's, all his aunty's, Barbie's breasts, Tinkerbell's, Ava's lack of, his big cousin Gina's, Gwen on "Ben 10," all the superhero girls' boobs -- and the most recent, his babysitter's boobs. She will remain nameless. We will call her "S." S has rather large boobs. Okay, they're actually huge. She's been babysitting for us for awhile, and I was shocked he hadn't mentioned them earlier. Today he did. He said, "Mommy, don't get mad..." I love when he starts off a sentence like that. ha ha ..."but I don't want to get close to S's boobs because she has a lot of milk in them and they might squirt me." Holy shit. I laughed and laughed. Do you think I need to explain the whole boobs and milk thing?? Maybe if I never tell him, he'll always stay away from boobs. He'll be a boob fearing teenager thinking breasts will squirt squirt squirt him all over the place.