We took a 6:45 a.m. flight from LAX to AUS last Saturday, and there was a little girl on the flight with her parents and brother. She looked about 2 years old. They sat one row behind and across the aisle from us on the flight. As we landed, DD (15 mos.) was asleep in her seat (finally). I noticed the three kids on the plane were quiet:
Me: The kids are quiet, huh?
Huz: The mom is feeding the little girl.
Me: What's she eating?
Huz: Boobie.
Me:
My VERY modest, mainstream Huz was completely unfazed. I'm so proud of him. And that mama, whoever she is!
Me: The kids are quiet, huh?
Huz: The mom is feeding the little girl.
Me: What's she eating?
Huz: Boobie.
Me:
My VERY modest, mainstream Huz was completely unfazed. I'm so proud of him. And that mama, whoever she is!
Thats sounds like my husband.
