This morning Girl Child and I were in the shower, doing our thing. Actually, she was sitting at my feet, playing with bubbles and toys, while I attempted to thoroughly lather my incredibly thick, coarse and heavy hair (which, by the way, is not so thick and heavy due to postpartum hormones causing me to shed what seems like 100 hairs per hour). Husband struts in, reaches around the curtain and grabs my ass.
“Nice butt!â€, he says.
“Butt!â€, our two year old pipes up, reaching upwards. “Butt!â€
Not to be outdone, I take her hand and point it at Husband. “Jerk!â€, I say. “Jerk!â€
“Jerk!â€, she repeats cheerfully.
I'll go for the gold and admit, dearest internet, that Girl Child runs around exclaiming, “Holy shit!†and, “Oh shit!â€, and I don't do a damned thing about it. Except ignore… and avert my face and snicker.
