Captain of the boobs...

I've been away for a week, so I asked Jack to fill me in on the happenings, you know, just the exciting shit that I missed. So he informed me of the following quote from his little brother:

Jack: James was sitting right here on the couch, and he said that he has little miniature boobs. Then he said that I have like, normal boobs. Then Isla interrupts and says she has little nipples. And then Jimmy’s like: “Mommy has humongous boobs! Mom’s the captain of the boobs!” I was laughing so hard Mom, I couldn’t breathe.

Me: Wait...did he actually use the word "miniature"? Cause that's a big word for a 4-year old.

Jack: MOM! You're totally missing the point. YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN OF THE BOOBS!

I think we need an adult.

Precious moments...

Today on my birthday, I got to spend the day with the two lovely people who brought me into this world many moons ago. Here are a few excerpts from the conversations held today:

Me: Dad, do you remember me being born 41 years ago today?
Dad: No.
Me: Oh....
Mom: I remember crying...
Me: Awe! So sweet.
Mom: Crying on the toilet when I found out I was pregnant with you...or was that with Joanne? I think I cried both times.
Me: So, so, sweet.
Mom: Crying because I was depressed I was pregnant again.
Me: Wow.This is too beautiful. Please hold any further thoughts, just for a second, while I record this in my Precious Moments journal.

Here's a photo that Mom took of Dad and I when I was blowing out my candles. It's definitely a keeper. ‪#‎over40nofilterrequiredblurryasfuck