 Since turning two, Benjamin's speech has kicked into overdrive, and he's become quite the chatterbox. Sometimes he'll chatter about his basic needs ("Mama, I hungry. Mama, now, mama. Mama, I eat COOOOOOKIE."). Other times, he'll chatter about whatever happens to catch his eye at that particular moment. Like a passing car, or a bright red fire truck. Or, boobies. Yes, while strolling the aisles on a recent shopping trip at Target, Benjamin suddenly stopped, pointed, and shouted, "Boobies! Mama! BOOBIES!" Of course, it wasn't actual boobies he spotted, but rather a rack (no pun intended) of brassieres. And if that wasn't enough, he started singing a song that wrote for him about the general topic. Unfortunately, he could only remember the first line, and that was what he sang over and over - at the top of his lungs.
Since turning two, Benjamin's speech has kicked into overdrive, and he's become quite the chatterbox. Sometimes he'll chatter about his basic needs ("Mama, I hungry. Mama, now, mama. Mama, I eat COOOOOOKIE."). Other times, he'll chatter about whatever happens to catch his eye at that particular moment. Like a passing car, or a bright red fire truck. Or, boobies. Yes, while strolling the aisles on a recent shopping trip at Target, Benjamin suddenly stopped, pointed, and shouted, "Boobies! Mama! BOOBIES!" Of course, it wasn't actual boobies he spotted, but rather a rack (no pun intended) of brassieres. And if that wasn't enough, he started singing a song that wrote for him about the general topic. Unfortunately, he could only remember the first line, and that was what he sang over and over - at the top of his lungs.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
"Mama! BOOBIES!"
 Since turning two, Benjamin's speech has kicked into overdrive, and he's become quite the chatterbox. Sometimes he'll chatter about his basic needs ("Mama, I hungry. Mama, now, mama. Mama, I eat COOOOOOKIE."). Other times, he'll chatter about whatever happens to catch his eye at that particular moment. Like a passing car, or a bright red fire truck. Or, boobies. Yes, while strolling the aisles on a recent shopping trip at Target, Benjamin suddenly stopped, pointed, and shouted, "Boobies! Mama! BOOBIES!" Of course, it wasn't actual boobies he spotted, but rather a rack (no pun intended) of brassieres. And if that wasn't enough, he started singing a song that wrote for him about the general topic. Unfortunately, he could only remember the first line, and that was what he sang over and over - at the top of his lungs.
Since turning two, Benjamin's speech has kicked into overdrive, and he's become quite the chatterbox. Sometimes he'll chatter about his basic needs ("Mama, I hungry. Mama, now, mama. Mama, I eat COOOOOOKIE."). Other times, he'll chatter about whatever happens to catch his eye at that particular moment. Like a passing car, or a bright red fire truck. Or, boobies. Yes, while strolling the aisles on a recent shopping trip at Target, Benjamin suddenly stopped, pointed, and shouted, "Boobies! Mama! BOOBIES!" Of course, it wasn't actual boobies he spotted, but rather a rack (no pun intended) of brassieres. And if that wasn't enough, he started singing a song that wrote for him about the general topic. Unfortunately, he could only remember the first line, and that was what he sang over and over - at the top of his lungs.
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