SoccerBoy is excited, he announced yesterday that he is growing black hair on his knees so he must be going through puberty. Of course this only does one thing in a house full of kids that have never heard the phrase.
“Mom, what’s puberty?” – BalletGirl
“Oh, I knew that, I meant for a boy.” – BalletGirl
“I want a puberty?” – BabyGirl
“I don’t want my voice to squeak mom.” – SoccerBoy
Crying in the background is heard, I don’t think Little A wants to talk about this subject.
“I’m going to get BOOBS!” – BalletGirl
“Will it come with milk too like momma?” – BalletGirl
“You can feed Little A, sissy.” – BabyGirl who now wants puberty too.
Yeah and we haven’t even got to the best part of the discussion yet. I can’t wait. Joy, joy, joy. That was the talk last night, after SoccerBoy discovered his hair on his KNEES. (wait until other parts grow in) This morning BalletGirl got make-up put on her, but not by me…DADDY. PINK at that, eyeshadow. hehe, now she thinks she’s already hit puberty.