Remember when I was saying that Baby Bot is a little bit behind compared to when Whirlwind was two?
I wish I had waited a bit before writing that.
Because Bot, is as smart as a damn whip.
Me not so much. I guess he gets it from me.
Recently at supper, he was trying desperately to get his sippy cup under his shirt. Once he got it just where he wanted it, he was very proud. He was grinning from ear to ear.
“Momma, look!” He said as he pointed at his sippy cup of milk that was placed perfectly like a shelf on his chest.
“Yes. Very good” I answered.
Then he said something muffled. Then he said it again. Then he said it louder. Then he said it again but even louder. And he was poking at his chest like he was doing “morse code”.
“Did he just say what I think he said?” I said to my Mom. She nodded with huge eyes.
“What is that Baby Bot?” My Mom asked.
And clear as day as answered her….
“Breast. Nana. Look. Breast.”
I’m raising a boob man.