Thomas has discovered breasts. It started when he poked Mommy's chest and announced, "Squishy!" Ever since then, he's been obsessed.
Today he poked me and said, "You got your squishies in there!" Ahh. So he is no longer describing them. Now he has named them. Squishies. I like it. It's cute. It's also pretty darn innocent-sounding. If he were to say something in public, it wouldn't be immediately obvious what he was referring to.
In a previous job, when the little boy asked what they were, the mom told him they were boobies. He walked around all day saying, "boobies" and poking me. I told her that I had just told him it was part of my body. "Oh," she said, "I wish I had thought of that." I wish you had thought of it too. It's a bit embarrassing to have to pretend it's not happening when you're out at the grocery store.
For a two year old boy, "squishies" > "boobies". Spread the word.
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