Martin's anatomy
This morning I found Martin sitting on the floor holding a tiny plastic baby - the kind found in King cakes. He was whispering to it that he would take care of her. Was she hungry? Was she thirsty?
Then he pulled his arm out of his turtleneck and lifted up his shirt and pressed the tiny baby against his chest.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm feeding the baby. She's SO thirsty. I give her some milk from my blowhole."
I answered with the only response possible in a situation like this. "Good idea. Let's go show your dad."
Then he pulled his arm out of his turtleneck and lifted up his shirt and pressed the tiny baby against his chest.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm feeding the baby. She's SO thirsty. I give her some milk from my blowhole."
I answered with the only response possible in a situation like this. "Good idea. Let's go show your dad."
and Marty said...?
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"...that's going on your blog, isn't it?"
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That's a good one...made me laugh out loud. I am sure he will be thrilled that his comment is documented for life!
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Aw, that's sweet. Other than seeming to believe that he is a whale, I think that is nice. None of my boys are nurturers like that.
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I can't stop laughing over this one. Seriously, I keep straining to get some air as I laugh...and i LOVE Jill's response!
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