Areyna: "Mom, Zeke really got hurt!"
Me: "What happened?"
Areyna: "He fell and hurt his chest!"
Me: "Is daddy with him?"
Areyna: "Yeah, but he's still crying. But daddy said it was okay because it would put hair on his chest."
Me: (giggling)"Really...is that good or bad?"
Areyna: "I don't think it's very good..."
This conversation took place between 4:55pm-4:59pm after taking my shower:
Me: "Zeke, buddy, why in the world are you still crying? You are going to be fine. I don't even see a mark."
Zeke: "But daddy said I was going to get chest hair like him. I don't WANT CHEST HAIR!!!!" (as the tears and sobbing continue)
When I was growing up my family always had this thing we used to say:
"Oh, stop fussin' about it. It'll put hair on your chest."
I guess since the first two of my parent's children were of the female gender that didn't go over so well because eventually it turned into:
"Don't worry about it. It'll give you cleavage."
I'm sure the first time Josh heard this he was wondering what in the world we were talking about, but it didn't take too long to rub off on him, seeing as he is telling our children the exact same thing:)
PS-I don't know about you other ladies, but no matter how hard I tried this, "It'll give you cleavage", thing, it has really been a let down, ha!