In Chicago, I am staying in the guest bedroom located off the playroom. This morning after I showered, I ducked from the bathroom into my room to get my lotion, while not a single soul was anywhere near. When I turned around to head back into the bathroom, Caroline was suddenly standing there starring at me with her head cocked to the side and a look of quizzical befuddlement on her two-year old face. Apparently my big, white ass was too much for her to process.
Last Christmas when caught in a similar predicament by my seven year old niece India, she exclaimed "I can tell your related to my mom because you both have the same butt!" My sister was horrified.
Maybe while a staying as a houseguest, I should stop streaking from room to room and traumatizing young children.
Your instincts here are correct.
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