Before i forget i had to write this down somewhere...I am rushing to get myself and the boys ready the other morning and I am in my underwear when Zane comes to me for assistance, because he is stuck in his shirt. (backing up for just a min) Zane has always had a thing for my brightly colored bras and whenever i do the wash he will grab one, put it on, and run to find Jordan so they can have a good laugh. So back to my story...kneeling in front of him i fix his shirt and he immediately notices i only have a bra on. He proceeds to put both hands on my boobs and bounce them up and down. I say " Uuh excuse me what do you think you are doing? Those are mine!" To which he responds, "No they're not" I say, "Yes, they are!" He says "No they aren't Mom!" I said "OK well then, whose are they?" He gives me a look, "They're Dad's!"
