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		<title>Kid, you leave me speechless</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 12:36:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I vary between starting to laugh and starting to panic. What on earth am I going to say?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>“Mommy,” three year old M says, then touches my breasts lightly. “Why you got this?”<br />
I stare down at him, speechless.<br />
He looks down at his own chest. “Where’s my big ones?”<br />
I vary between starting to laugh and starting to panic. What on earth am I going to say?<br />
Then he sees his shirt. “Look. My shirt’s dirty.”<br />
I hold my breath, but this is the end of the conversation. He spins away and demands ‘Monster Mike’.<br />
Saved once again by the natural ADD of a three year old. Thank goodness.</p>
<p>But it gets me thinking. I’ve never thought about what kind of answers I could give to these kinds of questions.</p>
<p>Of course, with hindsight, the answers are always easy. But asked out of the blue, on a coincidentally blue-skied South African afternoon, well&#8230; The mind boggles.</p>
<p>At least, mine does.</p>
<p>There are also other challenges like:<br />
“Mommy, where’s your willy?”<br />
“Did you poo, mommy?” (always asked in a crowded area at Full volume, asked whether I left the table to get food / sauce or whatever)<br />
“Here, mommy, eat it. Eat it, it’s nice!” (after digging something green out of his nose)<br />
“Yum, yum!” (after EATING said green monstrosity)<br />
“I got a willy!” (again, always in a crowded area at Full volume&#8230; and with heaps of pride! Often followed by “na-nana-nah-na!”)<br />
“He’s brown, mommy. I not brown.” (very true, but hard when thinking people might think your poor child racist when he’s just learning his colours&#8230;)</p>
<p>Do your kids leave you speechless?</p>
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