Got Balls?

Olivia was in fine fettle tonight at the grocery store; helping me pick out yogurt, vegetables & fruit, etc. As we strolled past the bulk foods aisle, she said "Mom! Stop, I want to show you something!" Sure enough, she wanted me to look at these little mint/chocolate balls. She often gets to pick out small treats at the store if she's behaving well, and one malted milk ball serves to make her *very* happy. So I picked out three of the little mint balls, and put them into a bag for her to hold. She proceeded to sing a song about how excited she was to have those little mint balls in a bag. Within a couple of aisles, her song had evolved into something along the lines of: "Yay, yay, yay! Momma's got balls! Heigh ho the dairy-o, Momma's got balls! Momma's got balls!" If you know Liv, you know she's not quiet. I think it's safe to assume that the entire grocery store was wondering whether I was a pregnant transvestite.

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