Today I'm wearing a pair of green corduroy trousers I got when I was pregnant with Oliver because a) they were uber cheap and b) they were size 9-10 so they could travel with me through much of the pregnancy. And after, whilst biding my time waiting for my size to go back down. They've been worn a lot over the past almost three years, and now, as I discovered today, sport a little tear at the back, beside the belt loop.
This fact was actually pointed out to me by my ever observant son, who caught me off guard by poking his finger in the hole and announcing, 'there's mamma's tummy.' After neverminding him away, he began to hypothesize to himself. It went something like this:
'Mamma's tummy sticking out a little hole. That's where Baby Amélie popped out.'
For the record, the hole is about half an inch in length, and we have never had That conversation with him, or even alluded to it, aside from telling him there was a baby in mamma's tummy. Tummy, mind you, not hip.
Yep. Off to the store now to get myself a new pair of trousers.
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If that's where baby's come from, I have a few pairs of frayed frump pants that have GOT to go!
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