It was the weekend before Christmas and Steph and I had taken my little lad, Zak, who is 4, up to my parents so that he could be spoilt rotten by his grandparents (Grandad with the beard and Granny TJ). Zak is something of an early riser, no matter what time he goes to bed, so on the Saturday morning, when he had woken up with the sparrows I decided it would be a good idea to tell him to get into bed with us as it was way too early for me to be moving anywhere. Anyhow, as we were lying there, Zak pointed at my chest and said "Daddy's got big boobies"!! (I'd like to point out that I was lying on my side and they were somewhat squashed hence creating that illusion...)
I stretched out a bit and indicated that perhaps I didn't.
Warming to his subject, he said "Mummy's got big boobies hasn't she Daddy?".
I agreed and said "You know what, Steph's got big boobies too, hasn't she?"
He nodded wisely and said "Yes, that's just the way we like them, isn't it Daddy?!!"
He makes me so proud sometimes...
