Feb 25
Tough Love
The Kid is the cuddly kind of child… for now… until he turns about 13 and will scream at me that I am the “worst Mom in the world” and he “hates me”…
Anyway… for now I still thoroughly enjoy his cuddles and kisses and “I Love U, Mom” and “You are the best Mom in the world” statements…
The cuddling is getting a tad more…. um… rough though… STFU! I am not getting into all pedophilic kinda shit. I am just saying: The Kid is not that little bundle of joy anymore that I pooped out over 9 years ago. He’s now a 1m40 (4ft6) and 37 kg (81.5 pounds) mountain of joy… So I have a lot to endure when he attempts to cuddle up to me these days…
The Kid: *jumping on couch almost flipping it over* “Hey Mom, can I sit with you and watch a dvd together?”
DutchBitch: “Sure Hon, come here“
The Kid: *snuggling up to me, tossing and turning to get comfortable *
DutchBitch: “Hon, Hon, hang on… you are hurting your Mom“
The Kid: “How?”
DutchBitch: “Move over, my breast is stuck and it’s hurting. You are squashing it“
The Kid: *poking my breast* “THIS can hurt? It is all wobbly and soft! It’s nice to put your head on, it is like a pillow. Pillows don’t have feelings?!”
DutchBitch: “Well, my breasts do have feeling in them“
The Kid: *poking my breast again* “This? Reaaaaaallly? Can you feel this? And this? And this?”
DutchBitch: “Ouch! Stop poking my breasts! Now move over so I can set it free!” (’cause it feels like it is stuck in a mammogram scanner)
The Kid: *snickers*
And yes… thank you… my boob has recovered… for now…
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