During Mass yesterday, at the end of the Our Father, My Little One asked me to pick her up "so I can sleep, Mama". I broke hands with My Husband, scooped her 44 pound body up into my arms then reconnected with the prayer chain by hand -- awkwardly.
My Little One starts rubbing her cheek and nose against my left breast, then rubs my right one with her hand. The she gives that right one a good squeeze or two and looks up at me with a sleepy smile and says, "Mama, is this where the milk came from when you fed me as a little baby?" Then she giggled.
Sticking with the prayer, I nod with a humored smile, affirming that yes, that's the milk-a-plenty source.
She squirmed loose at the end of the prayer, so I gently helped her to her feet.
I feel her tiny hand patting my tummy, then looks up at me with that same curious smile, "Mama, where did I come from? Your butt or your vagina?"
Yes, I laugh. Not out loud, but I do laugh.
I kneel on the kneeler and slide my hand around her, pulling her very close to me so I can tell her in her ear, "my vagina".
"EEEWwwww! That's just disTURBing!" she whisper-giggles. "Did they give you a bath after that?!" she mutters between snickers.
I'm smiling and trying not to laugh, again, nodding my head 'yes'.
"Okay. GOOD!" she replied then knelt down too.
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How was that for some random church chat? *laughing*
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