Thing 2: Oh, hey. You got chocolate syrup at the store!
Red: Yep.
Thing 2: Did you get any ice cream to put under it?
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Me: (seeing Thing 1 furiously scrubbing at something in the bathroom sink) Whatcha doin?
Thing 1: (looking up with a you-stupid-adult look) Washing rocks.
-=pause=-
Me: Why....are you washing rocks?
-=pause=-
Thing 1: Because....they're dirty?
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Oh, fer Pete's sake. You tell Red that either she goes the tweaking-nipples-and-having-sex-after-eating-Thai-food route to get that baby boy outta there like the rest of us had to do or I'm going to start calling her "The Woman Who Refused To Sever The Cord."
Once labelled like that on the internet you can bet that when that boy grows up and gets married his wife's going to have quite a chuckle at Red's expense.
We tried it, several times. I said I was laboring mightily here.
As for the nipple tweaking, Red's book says that's to be done under medical supervision. I tried doing the "I'm medically trained! I can help you!" that they teach you in EMT class, but she wouldn't go for it.
I'm medically trained. I can supervise.
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