"You say tomatoe, I say tomatto"

Seren has always called her bib that she wears for every meal, her "boob".


I have no idea why.



She knows what "boobs" are and talks about them too. "Does Daddy have boobs? Where are your boobs, mom?" And on and on and on. (Just wait until I start breastfeeding). But every meal, she climbs into her booster seat, clicks herself up, requests that the feeding tray be brought to her and then says, "Boob, please". We then attach the velcro bib behind her neck.



I have given up correcting her. Whatever.



The problem is that we were shopping in Toys R Us for a new, less ratty looking bib. I offered her a choice between two bibs. "Seren, do you want the pink one or the blue one?"



"Mom! I want TWO BOOBS!"



There you have it.