I dug out my old bathing suit from a couple years ago. Since I couldn’t find one I liked, I decided to hit up Target on the way to the Great Wolf Lodge tomorrow. But, why not try on the old one that I assumed wouldn’t fit first, right? Well, miracle of miracles, it fit!
When I came out to show Sam, Little Man ran up to hug me. “Ooooh, I like this,” he said, rubbing the material.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“Can I sleep in it?” he asked.
“Please? It’s soft!”
“No, it’s a swimming suit. Do your homework.”
A few minutes later, he hands me this:
I inquired about the two circle things.
“Those are your boob holders,” he informed me. Sigh.