happy new year…

by shadymama

-this morning-

bear (from the living room): hey da!

lover (from the kitchen): yeah, bear.

bear: i sfill da dwink, da beewer, on da fwoor…

lover: that’s ok, bear – i’ll bring a towel.

bear: no da, i teen it up wiff mama’s boobs.

lover: …?


lover (in living room): what?

bear: i teen it up wiff mama’s boobs…da bwack ting.

lover: {laughs hysterically} that’s mama’s bra, bear.  her bra.  for her boobs.

and now my boobs smell like day old beer.