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By now, you are all quite aware of my son Jacob’s obsessive personality. Whether it’s bugs, circles, the color red, annoying his brother, when he sets his mind to something his tunnel vision kicks in. I now have to share a story with you about one of his other obsessions… Something I swore I’d never share, but this story is just to cute to keep to myself.

Jacob is very curious about, well, “boobies,” as he calls them. All boobies. His boobies. My boobies. Marcus’s boobies. Samuel’s boobies.

Just to give you an idea, in the pool Jacob always trys to pull my suit top off. When Marcus and Jacob play chase, Jacob squeals, “I’m gonna get yourrrrrr boobies!” When I get out of the shower, I often see two little eyes at doorknob height followed by the chant, “I see Mommy’s booooobbbbies. I see Mommy’s booooobbbbies.”

And now, he is enthralled with his Aunt Angie’s nursing boobies.

At a family cookout this past weekend, Angie was nursing Julia, her 4-month-old, when Jacob came into the room, “What are you doing with your booby,” he asked. Angie replied, “I’m feeding Julia lunch. Milk comes out for the baby to eat.”

As Jacob watched her with curiosity and confusion, Angie tried to explain it in a different way, “You know how mommy cows give milk. Well I’m sort of like a cow, my booby makes milk too.” Jacob shook his head, not sure if he had this right, “You’re the mommy cow, and Julia is the baby cow?” Angie chuckled, “Maybe I can explain it in a different way.”

Before she could begin, Jacob said he had something to tell her. “You know,” he said, “My booby doesn’t make milk.” “That’s right,” Angie agreed, “So you do understand.” Jacob nodded his head yes (never taking his eyes off Angie nursing), “My booby doesn’t make milk because it’s not big like yours. See [and he squeezed his own booby].”

By this time, we were all in stitches. As if we weren’t laughing hard enough, he pointed to Angie’s other booby and asked “Does that one make chocolate milk?” At this point, sides were hurting and tears were flowing.

In pure Jacob form, he didn’t let up. He then crawled into Angie’s lap and began a close-up examination of Julia eating. The next thing you know, he reached over and poked Angie a few times, “Your booby sure is big,” he added. We then rescued Angie and took Jacob outside to swim in the pool… it practically took three of us to get him outside because we were laughing so hard.

Sorry Jacob, but I just had to share this one.

Until next time.
CMH