the babies and the pudge
so i've noticed that the babies (and some toddlers) like my pudge. no, really. perhaps it's because i don't think anyone else will let the kids pull up their shirt to see their belly button or perhaps cause i'm lovably soft (i think it's that one) either way, the babies love the pudge (and the wicked colourful belts i wear that have fun holes for little fingers to poke).
the pudge and belt came into play today. while sitting on the full-grown-human size chair (one of the few in the daycare rooms) i was leaning foreward slightly to play with a baby when, yes, it really was happening, baby #2 found that my belt did not keep my pants firmly against my body (the pudge is to blame, i believe) and we found a new body part, or rather, space between body parts.
yes, ladies and gentlemen, baby #2 discovered the almighty Butt Crack.
i could hear her giggle every time i removed her little (thankfully) fingers and told her that i really didn't need fingers there, thanks anyway.
let the learning continue! on someone else... please?
the pudge and belt came into play today. while sitting on the full-grown-human size chair (one of the few in the daycare rooms) i was leaning foreward slightly to play with a baby when, yes, it really was happening, baby #2 found that my belt did not keep my pants firmly against my body (the pudge is to blame, i believe) and we found a new body part, or rather, space between body parts.
yes, ladies and gentlemen, baby #2 discovered the almighty Butt Crack.
i could hear her giggle every time i removed her little (thankfully) fingers and told her that i really didn't need fingers there, thanks anyway.
let the learning continue! on someone else... please?