One of our favorite memories took place four years ago when I bought Lisa her first package of big girl underpants. They were a bit snug but I figured they would do while she learned how to keep them dry. The first time she wore them she squatted down to play with a toy, stood up, and declared,
"Mama, my chunks are hanging out!"We laughed about that for a long time. Then it was forgotten, except as an anecdote written up in the family "funny book". Well, it turns out that we never told Lisa to use any term other than "chunks", probably because it's not something that happens along in many of our conversations. Therefore, I was just as tickled the other morning when she told me,
"Mama, you need to buy me some new undies. When I woke up this morning one whole chunk was sticking out."More about the moon??.....you figure it out.