Boo Boos!

I was in the store today with Georgia, and she was singing and talking, drawing the attention of other shoppers because she’s just so darn cute.

I was actually pleased that our little grocery outing was going so well. There are times when something as small as me not buying bananas will set Georgia off screaming throughout the remainder of the store. So on days when nothing seems to bug her and everything is actually going well, I thank my lucky stars.

Well, today was one of those days. Until we got to the check-out line. For some reason, Georgia is fascinated with my breasts. I’m not quite sure why, but she likes them. About a year ago, she was always yanking my shirt down, trying to see them.

She hasn’t done that in awhile, and I was finally to a point where I was thinking that maybe there were some people in the city who actually haven’t seen my boobs. So, what does my daughter do?

In the very busy line of Wal-Mart grocery store, she yanks my shirt down (it was stretchy) so you could see my bra. Then she shouted in an extremely loud sing-songy voice, “MAMA! I SEE YOUR BOO BOOS!!”

I quickly yanked my shirt up, but it wasn’t fast enough, because I still caught all the smirks and giggles from everyone else in line. My strategy was to smile and pretend nothing happened. That’s kind of hard when Georgia is sitting right in front of me going, “MAMA, IS THAT YOUR BOO BOOS?” Then yanks down her own shirt, “HERE’S MY BOO BOOS!”

*sigh* Maybe I’ll start going to a different grocery store.