It’s a bird.
It’s a plane.
It’s THE LITTLE NIPPLE TWISTER!
It’s already that time in my pregnancy where my boobs have become off limits. Holy shit, they hurt. I’ve already said sayonara my awful underwire bra and hello to a kind of comfy sports bra.
I thought I’d have to worry more about my husband keeping his hands off the boobage but it’s more like I have to worry about my 4 year-old.
She’s always found them entertaining. Well, they ARE in fact pretty fun.
But the other morning, as we were cuddling together in my bed, she grabbed my nipple and started twisting it.
Kids are weird.
That’s when I told her that my boobs are very sore because of the baby. She replied with “The baby isn’t in your belly anymore? It’s in your nip-ple now?”
“No sweetie. But the baby is making my boobs hurt.”
“Oh”… grabs boob again and twists my nipple.
Yeah, I’m going to have to work on the little nipple twister so she understands better.