I was throwing on some clothes (to hopefully jump on the treadmill for a few minutes) and today, "some clothes" included a sports bra. Abigail says, "Wow Mom, that thing is HUH YOOOOOOOU GE!!!!"
At this point I'm wondering why am I putting this thing on....its not like I have the assets and I certainly don't walk fast enough to need it???!!??
Fortunately, we were interrupted by Lauren who walked in with a baby doll under each arm. Anxious to change the subject, I said, "Oh, what cute babies you have. What are their names?"
"This is my girl, Bella Donna and my boy is Poison Ivy", she replied.
Of course. And why wouldn't your son be named, "Poison Ivy"??