You can thank me later.
You will thank me...And uh, proceed at your own risk!
Shane had his first basketball game last week.
There I was, sitting on the bleachers, minding my own business when I noticed a cute, little, dark-haired girl, maybe about 4 years old, staring at me. She watched me for a minute, I smiled, she wandered off.
Pretty soon, she was back. She sat down by her mom in front of me. Next thing I know, she has turned around and slid really close to me. She leans in and in a whispery voice asks me...
"Do you have a baby growing in your tummy?" (Gulp, really? I look pregnant to this little girl? What the heck???)
*I make a mental note to add a
Swallowing hard, I hesitantly answer;
Then, she reaches up, touches my...um..."chest" and quickly quips back;
"Then why are your boobs so big?"
I'll wait until you finish laughing.
Good news, I guess I don't look pregnant...?
And now I know what kind of first impression I make on people. I mean, 4 year olds pretty much call it like it is, right?
The little cutie's brother is on Shane's team.
You'll understand what I mean when I say I am not looking forward to attending Shane's games for the next 8 weeks.
I'm just thankful no one else overheard our conversation.
I think I am scarred for life!
By the way~ my answer was;
"I don't know".
I thought it was a pretty good comeback!
This week, I think I'll just send Rick to the game...I'll be busy trying to find a plastic surgeon.