As the three of them utter their "yucks" though, I am silently praying for their souls, because I'm pretty sure that if God had had more space on that tablet he gave Moses, commandment #11 would have been Thou shalt not defile coffee.
I think God even wrote this in the Bible somewhere:
Anyway, the other day I was sitting on the floor
So, you know that bulge of leg right above the inside of the knee that pops out when you're sitting with your legs folded?
As Brynne is sitting on my lap, she starts grabbing at that bulge on my leg, and saying her creepy-Gollum-sounding-coffee-defiling "Yucks"!
I sit there reeling. My inner dialogue is something like this:
How could she know to dislike this part of the body?
Where on earth did she hear this from?I tell her:
It's skin, and muscle, Love. Your mama has strong legs, so that I can run and play and pick you up!As I say this I'm thinking of all her little friends, wondering which one informed her to dislike part of her body or at least my body. And I'm fuming.
At 28 months she already has body image issues, or at least issues with her mama's body!?!? I thought I'd at least have a couple more years before tackling that! How could this happen!?!?Then I get all upset with myself.
Did I give some hint of disapproval with my own body?The "yucks" and the grabbing at my leg continue, and I
Just when I was running out of things to say. Brynne hands me a speck of dirt that was apparently stuck to my skin, on that bulge.
Yuck, Mama! she says.Whew! And I proceeded to refill my cup of coffee.