Scene: Extremely crowded OBGYN's office. Beanie sitting in my lap, facing me. He plants a hand firmly on each side of my chest and begins talking very clearly and very loudly. Oh no...
Beanie: Mummy, are these my boobies?
Me: Gonna tickle you... tickle tickle! *lame attempt at distraction*
Beanie: *frustrated at being brushed off* Mama! Are these my boobies?
Me: *very quietly* Um, erm, yes??
Beanie: Mama! ARE THESE MY BOOBIES?!
Me: *absolutely mortified and unsure if he just didn't hear me or was unsatisfied with my answer* Um, no?
Beanie: Mummy, but why aren't these my boobies? Mummy? Mama!! Aren't these my boobies?!
Cringe. No, Beanie, they're my boobies and we share them but I'm not entirely comfortable having a loud discussion about them in front of a dozen of strangers. But, flustered and under pressure, do you think I could think of a concise way to say it that would be satisfactory to my 2 year old?
Yet another one of those embarrassing moments that come with parenting a toddler. You'd think I'd be used to it by now.
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