So there we were, camped out on the floor of the shower, again. It’s getting a little cramped in there these days. We all have our respective spots. And lucky for me, Amaiah has taken to mothering me which includes washing my hair anywhere from six to eight times and my armpits (hmm?) about the same. She also does not get cold, leaving my selfish hogging of the hot water unnoticed. Wyatt sits next to me and chats, and makes me laugh, and makes me think.
Wyatt: You know, it’s sort of silly to say “private parts”. I mean you’re going to have a whole other person down there. That’s doesn’t seem very private to me.
Me (laughing): You’re right buddy, that’s not exactly private is it?
Wyatt: God should have made it so the baby comes out your mouth maybe.
And this was the image that was stuck in my head the rest of the day….me with a mouth looking something like this…