Why is it that the crowded lobby of a restaurant is the place that a 3 year old chooses to ask:"Grandma, do you have a long bottom?" I quickly clamp my hand over her mouth.
I whisper in her ear, "No." and remove my hand from her face.
Louder this time: "Grandma, is your bottom like my bottom?"
I reclamp her mouth, look up at my mom, who hadn't quite heard and is asking Becca to repeat the question. I tell her, "Just say yes!" Thankfully, Becca accepted her answer and there was no more talk of bottoms at the Olive Garden that night.
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