I a Big Girl
Now that she no longer wears a diaper, Emily has discovered her butt. I'm okay with that; butts are cool, especially when they're tiny and cute and unblemished.
But today she discovered my butt:
Emily: Mama, what's this?
She pokes my bare butt repeatedly with her index finger, watching it's jiggly goodness in fascinated horror. I wasn't facing her, obviously, but I could tell from the way her finger poked me what the look was on her face.
Me: That's my butt.
(You know how this is going to end, don't you?)
Emily: Mama, your butt is BIG!
At that moment I realized why my mother never dressed in front of me.