Boobies

Around our house these days, its boobies all the time. It is suddenly the doodle bug’s most favourite word. We’re all boobies. Everything is a boobie. Its a noun and a verb. Did you know you can boobie something? You can. This evening he said to me, “Papa, boobie your boobie with a boobie!”

At times it gets to be too much.  Sometimes, its just really damn funny.

Apparently he and a friend of his at school started in on the boobie train. I asked if other kids were talking about boobies all the time, and he said, no, just the one friend. I can’t image a whole class talking like this.

The cool thing about this is that this is a kid that has had a history of being one little serious dude, partially due to an undiagnosed medical issue. When we visited friends, their kids would be doing silly crazy kid things. Our DB would be the stoic one looking like he would rather be working on a PhD thesis. In this obsession with the word boobie, he’s showing some pretty awesomely normal silliness. And for that I am grateful.

While we haven’t talked about it, my wife and I are certainly not stomping on it. At times we need him to stop (visits to the grandparents, par example), and for the most part he has been cooperative about that.  Let’s just say we’re picking our battles carefully.

My best judgement says it will pass on it’s own. Or, as the doodle bug would put it, “It will boobie!”

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