Gobbler. Gobbler.
I made Max cry the other day.
Anyone who knows Max, knows that he likes to touch you.
He likes to rub bald men’s head and touch fat people’s bellies and rub your ears, etc., etc., etc.
I am constantly telling him that he can’t just walk around touching people.
On the other hand, he is the sweetest little cuddle bug lover in the world.
But he is also annoying when you don’t want someone all up in your space.
We were sitting on the couch a few days ago watching a movie, and per usual Max is sitting in my lap and rubbing my ears and playing with my hair. He then starts rubbing my chin.
And he says, “You have a gobbler.”
WTF? I do NOT have a gobbler. I just ignore him.
He keeps rubbing and grabbing around my chin. Then he says, “Oh my little turkey momma. Gobbler Gobbler.”
I may have told him to get away from me and stop touching me. And he may have started crying and told me I hurt his feelings.
I have enough things to worry about. I don’t need the prospect of having a double chin to be one of them.
The past few days I have been looking at myself from different angles in the mirror and constantly asking Scott if I have a gobbler.
I did warn him to answer very carefully, lest I have to make him cry too.
And for the permanent record, I most certainly do NOT have a gobbler!
Tags: double chin, Gobble Gobble, Gobbler, turkey
Categories:
Kids
