Big whistling boobies...

So I sat down to rest this afternoon after cleaning up the living room. This generally entails me sweeping all the crap that's accumulated on the floor into one big pile and then the kids and I go at it.. putting away what needs putting away and throwing away what's left.

In celebration of the floor being clean, Princess launched into a lovely, narrated interpretive dance. She grabbed my studded belt and wrapped it across her chest like a beauty pageant sash and announced..

"Mine song is in my boobies!"

She danced and twirled around the room, screaming that phrase over and over as we watched and giggled. Then she came back to me and said..

"My boobies is singing yahoo!"

More dancing around the room while screaming 'Yahoo' over and over..

"So your boobies are singing 'yahoo'?"
"Yep.. My booboos are big, see?" flashes me
"Oh, I see. They're very nice."
"My na-nas are yissowing."
"They're what?"
"Yiss-ow-ing."
"Whistling?"
"Yep."

And she then launches herself into another flight across the floor, prancing and twirling and screaming..

"My yissow! My yissow" only it sounded more like 'My asshole.'

We all cracked UP.

Then it was her butt.

"My butt is stan up."
"Your butt is going to stand up?"
"Yup."

Okay...

"My butt is going jump."
"Jumping butt?"
"Yup."

On and on she goes.. when she'll stop nobody knows... I love two year olds. Endless entertainment, and head aches, and giggles, and heart aches...

But dear, you're too little to be talking about your 'big boobies'.