So we went to brunch at the country club after church Sunday. Morgan was hitting the buffet, and Dell Harper and I were chatting while eating our salads, while Deeds snoozed away in his car-seat.
We had an in-depth discussion about straws. Her's was blue. Mama's was black (this is the kind of intellectually fascinating conversation that fills my days. Exhausting). I said that Deeds doesn't have a straw because he doesn't have a cup.
Then I asked her "What Deeds drink out of?"
I expected her to say bottle as I was holding one in my hand. Nope.
Smack dab in the dining room filled with people in the church finery, my darling daughter yells out,
"BOOBIES! Deeds drinks from Mama's BOOBIES!"
I changed the subject, as technically she is correct.