Being a fly on the wall in my house....
...is a pretty safe bet, because I don't swat. Unless it's 2am and you're buzzing and bothering me, then look out.
But being a fly on the wall in my house is often entertaining.
When our children were smaller, Husband would willingly bathe with them...until their curiosity peaked. Not having one of these curious appendages themselves, they were quite fascinated by the testicular region of their father. I didn't realize this until I saw him hop into the bath with them...wearing his bathing suit.
After I stopped laughing, I went on my big, "It's natural and let's model a self-acceptance and love of our bodies to our children" blah blah blah-osophy.
Until today.
"Mummy - why is your bum so jiggly?"
Naturalness be damned. I'm bathing alone.
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