The other day while giving Sonny boy a bath, I was telling him that he had,had, HAD to apply moisturiser after his bath as he had dry skin..
Amma, why is my skin so dry?
Because your Acha has dry skin...
But you don't- and I am YOUR son, na?
*that now familiar sensation of Sonny boyisms creeping over me* No, you are both Amma's and Acha's son...
But Amma, Acha didn't have me in HIS stomach. YOU had me in your stomach, no? So I am YOUR son!
Errr...
It was quite the perfect opening for me to enlighten him that his was no immaculate conception. He he. But I think I'll wait some more before formally introducing Sonny boy to the birds and the bees...
1 month ago
3 comments:
Sonny boy sounds extra sweet here..Ah bliss to hear such words from him rt:)
Awww thats so so sweet..love you sonny boy :)
hhahahaha..i am amazed at the ways they think. These days sometimes aryan goes , "mumma i have baby in my tummy :)" and the other day he asked when his friend (girl) will grow up , will she have breast and baby in tummy like you do :P
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