The evening we brought Adaline home from the hospital, both Peyton and London were completely obsessed with peeking into her bassinet. It was so sweet.
Dave’s dad had been at the house with the girls, and was standing next to Peyton. Peyton comments that Adaline doesn’t have much hair, and asks if she’s really a girl. We laugh, and reassure her that yes, this is her sister and she is a girl. Then, Peyton sweetly looks up at me, and motions to her lower stomach area, “Mommy, does she have one of those things?”
I assumed she meant the umbilical cord, since she had been obsessed with London’s. “Yup, but it’ll fall off soon, and we’ll be able to see her bell button!”
“NO!” Peyton says, and motions a liiiiiittle further south, and does the most amazing rendition of a pelvic thrust, “one of these things.”
And. I. Died.
I managed to compose myself enough to tell her no.
Just when you think it can’t get better? She turns to Dave’s dad, and says, “You’ve got one of those things, right grandpa?” His eyes fell out of his head, and his mouth was on the floor.
Oh, by the way, he’s a PASTOR.