....they talk. A lot. Like yesterday, when The Boober came running up. "What do you want honey?" I asked. "Boob" she responded.
Or just now, as she tried to eat a carrot and have boobie at the same time, which resulted in her pulling off and pronouncing "carrot boobie"
Or the other week, when she announced to a delivery man, "My mummy has big big boobies full of boobie milk".
Love you, Boober xxx
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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