Nipples

With five boys, you never really know where the conversation will end up. We were driving home one day this week and somehow their conversation turned to the subject of nipples. They have always loved this word and use it at every opportunity. Essentially every protuberance they gladly call a nipple, like when we are sitting in a restaurant eating pizza and they declare, “I want a piece with a nipple!” or “I don’t want a nipple!” (In case you are wondering, the referred to nipples are the bubbles in the pizza crust.) It is this freeness with the word that has prevented me from teaching them the official term for other female body parts and allow them to continuing calling it “something else.” But to return to the present conversation, somehow the length of a nipple came up. Gabriel, joining in the fun said, “What if a nipple went all the way from Alabama to Minnesota?” The older boys were very indignant at this suggestion. “No, that’s impossible!” they exclaimed, “A nipple can’t go that far, because nipples don’t bend and you have to turn to get from Alabama to Minnesota.” From here the conversation moved on to how it would be nice if there were no turns because then no one would have to drive and the car could just go by itself leaving the discussion of nipples to continue at another unexpected moment.

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About Wendy McCollum

I am a single mom to five wonderful boys. Life is an adventure, with many twists and turns. We live in hope, always, for our great God can redeem all things. There are so many funny and precious moments that slip by too fast. Perhaps here I can save them for when my own memory fails.
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One Response to Nipples

  1. This is TOOOO funny!!!!! Boys are so fun.
    On a side note, I think California recently legalized the testing of self-driven cars on their highways! 🙂

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