At the theatre last night for Connor's School Play, Brady was moving from lap to lap. At one point, he was on mommy's lap trying to get comfortable. He leaned back and was not happy...he turned around investigating what was preventing him from being comfortable.
B: What is in your shirt mommy? I can't lean back.
M: Nothing is in my shirt Brady.
B: Yes, there is something in your shirt. Pat Pat...let me look. Oh, it's your B**BS!
Yes, Mommy does have those, have always had those, and they have always been there when you are sitting on my lap. I looked over at Mimi who was cracking up...not sure who else nearby heard the exchange.
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