Joe: "Why is your belly so squishy?"
Marty, after a few days at Grandma's house: "Is it just me or did your breasts get a lot bigger?"
Pete, on the day my milk came in: "There is a lot of nonny." A minute later: "There is enough nonny for everybody."
Me, stirring the waffle batter this morning: "She must have an unbelievably huge diaper if I can smell it from another room." (Then it dawns on me that sometimes when you smell buttermilk, it's because you're actually smelling buttermilk.)
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