Today Olive walked in my room where I was down on the ground playing with Juni. She walked right over to me and stuck her hand down my shirt, which is something she use to do when she was a baby. "I can feel your goobies, Mama." After I extracted her hand from down my shirt, she exclaimed "Mama, Juni's all grown up now! She doesn't drink milk from your goobies anymore!"
I think here in Vegas between the myriads of billboards displaying many a goobie, and her father's new practice, goobies might end up being a reoccurring theme with her.
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This is hilarious. One more reason I'm glad Olive is around.
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