Big Brother drank a Capri Sun with dinner last night. As he was sitting by himself at the table finishing his food after the rest of us were done (this child is a poky eater), I overheard him say, "It looks like a boob."
I had no idea what he could be talking about until I turned around and saw him blowing up his empty Capri Sun pouch. I'm not saying my husband has ever blown up a Capri Sun pouch and said it looked like a boob, but it definitely sounds like something he would do. That's why I choose to believe all the boob talk is hereditary.
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