I decided to change things up for once and write a little post that does not have to do with pregnancy, childbirth, or babies. Kind of. It still has to do with babies, in a sense. Today's post is about my 2 year old nephew, Little H. You've all met Little H a time or two around here so I thought that I'd share this story because it's too hilarious to go to waste.
Let me warn you: I use the word "nipple" an inordinate amount of times in this post. If that bothers you, you may want to stop reading now.
Like any tried and true boy, Little H has a bit of an infatuation for boobs and, in particular, nipples. Unfortunately, this little infatuation may be partly the FD's fault. One time, a few months back, I found them playing together outside and "Unky" was tossing him in the air and yelling the word "Nipple" in a funny voice. (Sidenote: this just gives me a small glimpse into the trouble I will have to undo with our own kids.) Of course, Little H thought this was cool and hilarious. Because everything Unky does is cool and hilarious. After that, he made a few comments in reference to nipples but that was about it.
Just the other day, my sister told me that perhaps his fascination with nipples may have returned. He and his dad were laying in his bed one night. My BIL was trying to get him to go back to sleep. Suddenly, in the darkness, my BIL felt a lick go up the side of his body, straight to the nip.
Of course, he wasn't exactly expecting this, so he gave a little yelp and said, "Little H, do not lick Daddy's nipples".
Little H stopped and pondered this for a moment and finally said, "Okay. Daddy's nipples dangerous."
Hm, something like that.
I guess my sister's attempts to teach Little H what he is and is not allowed to do based on the safety of said activities is paying off.
And by the way, the next day, he walked up to my sister, pinched her you-know-what (for some reason I can't bring myself to say the word nipple in reference to my sister), while saying, "No touching nipples".
What a kid.