BOOBS!

This one's gonna bring some spammers, unfortunately.

Rose is obsessed with boobs. "Boobies", as she calls them. Thankfully she, for the most part, keeps her hands to herself about them. But, she sure does talk about them a lot. It started when Phillip was born. She would watch her Mom nurse and pump, and her Mom would let her pretend to pump. Creepy to see, but normal, maybe? I don't know, everyone has different boundaries and ideas of what is appropriate for their children. So, Rose would nurse her baby dolls and talk about her boobies growing big like Mommy's someday.

Then, we landed firmly in Princess-ville. You wouldn't immediately think that the land of a thousand ball gowns would promote thoughts of mammary glands, but you forget that Barbie comes in a million variations these days. In this house, mainly princess variations. Ariel and Jasmine both wear bras, as Rose so pointedly informs you every time you dress them. And if nothing is anatomically correct on a Barbie, her boobs sure are expressive enough to provide questions.

Personally, I have more than my fair share and the term "over the shoulder boulder holder" wasn't just for Bette Midler to sing about in Beaches. You don't know me from Adam, so I'm not ashamed to admit that I take my bra off the minute the kids are down for their naps. I've now learned to put it back on before they wake up. Because one day, I carried it in to the bathroom to put it back on, and Rose asked me if she could watch. YIKES.

All in all, a lot better than a boy I nannied for in NJ. We were watching TV one day and he kept putting his hand on my chest. I'm not one for scaring kids in to body awareness so I would just move his hand away and say "That's not yours." After the third time of having to do this, I asked him why he kept doing it. The four year old said "I don't know, they're just so soft!" Watch out, he's gonna be a boob man, for sure.