Bubba = Belly
Audrey and Tim came back to bed when I finally woke up this morning. We love to play in bed in the morning. It's our weekend ritual.
Audrey plays her 'Bubba' game: She says, "Hi Bubba" while pulling up our shirts and patting our bellies. (Well, she doesn't exactly pat Tim's because she's afraid of his hairy stomach.) Anyway, this morning she was taking turns looking at our 'bubbas' and then, in her haste, instead of trying to lift up Tim's shirt she missed a little. She caught the bottoms of his boxers that were wedged up a little higher than usual. She said, "Hi bubba!" while attempting to pull his boxers from the bottom up. Tim quickly grabbed her and and said, "Whoa! Not my bubba!" Audrey looked at me confused.
I said, "Yeah, that's mommy's bubba!"
Audrey plays her 'Bubba' game: She says, "Hi Bubba" while pulling up our shirts and patting our bellies. (Well, she doesn't exactly pat Tim's because she's afraid of his hairy stomach.) Anyway, this morning she was taking turns looking at our 'bubbas' and then, in her haste, instead of trying to lift up Tim's shirt she missed a little. She caught the bottoms of his boxers that were wedged up a little higher than usual. She said, "Hi bubba!" while attempting to pull his boxers from the bottom up. Tim quickly grabbed her and and said, "Whoa! Not my bubba!" Audrey looked at me confused.
I said, "Yeah, that's mommy's bubba!"
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