A Little Humor

So this morning Rachel is following me around as I go through my morning routine. And we're at the part where I'm getting dressed. We're fairly open in our house and because I don't want her to think there is anything wrong with the naked body, I will, on occasion, get dressed in front of her. Lest you think this is WAY too much information already, it gets better, and every bit is necessary, unfortunately. So, I'm getting dressed and she says, "Oh mommy! Are you going to put on that blue boob-er-all?" Oh yes, friends. She did. The brassiere has gone from a name indicating the delicacy of its function to boob-er-all. Apparently because it holds them all in. As any good piece of undergarment should. I just love when she lightens my load with her innocence. And who couldn't use a good chuckle on this rainy Wednesday?