Titty fixated toddler - Wot So Funee

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Oh just look at that angelic face, butter wouldn't melt, oh no - it would freakin' evaporate!

This week we went on a family visit to a local infant school in preparation for choosing Bean a school for next September.

Bean wasn't impressed with the thought of  'big school' in the least, until mummy had the genius idea of pointing out that a 'big school' means a new lunchbox and shiny shoes. I should point out that Bean is infatuated with her Hungry Caterpillar lunchbox and so the prospect of adding to her lunchbag  empire is of great interest to Bean. Some girls like all things pink, some like glitter and some, like Bean, love a good lunchbox.

Whilst being nosey carefully inspecting one 'big school' Beans legs felt the strain and she asked daddy to carry her. Then came the 'Wot So Funee' moment, just as her potential new teacher was in full flow of the benefits of the musical ethos of the school...

"look lady - these are my daddys boobies" ( she says touching Papasaurus's chest)

this was met with a blush from the teacher and what I can only describe as 'selective hearing loss'

"LOOK LADY! LOOK! THESE ARE MY DADDYS BOOBIES!"

ok so there's no avoiding it, she's made herself clear, we all know what she's said and are all blushing the same shade of merlot...

and just when you think it can't get any worse...

"they are not as big as my mummy's boobies"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Draw attention to your daddies chest (which I must for the readers add is actually a lovely rather buff man chest if I do say so myself) but under no circumstances draw anyones attention to my '5 inches lower than they need to be' breasts!

Thanks Actually Mummy for that release of embarrassment. For other 'Wot So Funees?' head to Actually Mummys!

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