When we were kids…….

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I couldn’t decide what post to link up so I wrote one that I hope makes you laugh.

 

When I was a kid we used to travel by car up the east coast from Florida to Pennsylvania. One summer we flew instead. I asked my mom how she could tell what state we were over….it was not the color of the map.

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I also thought North was straight up in the sky…That’s right ..Pennsylvania…its up north you know in the clouds….

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So it just goes to reason that my daughter would have some of the same misconceptions I did. NOPE. I do think her’s are funnier and kinda even make more sense.

We had gone on a field trip to a dairy farm. Cows in a row. Cows lined up for milking.

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So a few weeks later we are driving and there are some cows off to the side. 

“Mama look wild cows!”

So we had a talk about domesticated animals and non-domesticated animals.

I am sure my mother had talks with me about some of my misconceptions.

Almost two years ago we went to visit my sister in California after she had her son. I prepared my daughter for how the baby came out of her belly. What I did not prepare her for or even think to prepare her for was breastfeeding. We tackled it when it came up. What I didn’t realize was her wheels were still turning and later that night snuggled in bed she asked me, ” Mama why didn’t they collapse? Like my juice box?”  , “Why didn’t what collapse?” . ” Aunt Ashley’s Boobies when the baby was done eating.”

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Lets all just take a moment to be glad that Boobies do NOT collapse when they are empty.

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