Yea, Mommies are bigger. 

 You know how kids always seem to want to compare things once they get to a certain age? I know that my son is forever on the playground with the, “Well I’m FOUR so I’m the olderest one here,” or at the grocery store, “I got the BIG box of fruit gummies at my house (yes we shop a lot at Costco) and even walking down the street in the neighborhood, “My dog Bailey is aaaaaLOT bigger then your dog.” I also know that children believe up to a certain age that their parents are the most brilliant people in the world. I, however, have been “usurped” by Meega and Pop Pop recently as the kids spent the night over there and had a blast. My son who is still wary of Eric putting him to bed seemed to be perfectly content even though I was in tears as we pulled away from their house for our parent’s night out.  When we returned the next day I was so excited to see my kids. Porter opened the door to their garage (which I assumed meant he was going to run out and we were going to have the Hollywood slow motion run into one another’s arms) actually turned into a declarative statement filled with venom, “WE WERE ABOUT TO HAVE PIZZA!” then SLAM! goes the door as he stomps off. Apparently, we were not well received by our son. So, in the spirit of whose better then who, I am reminded of something that Porter has told several people in our family. I know for a fact that he’s compared me to both Meega and Grandma (my mother) in front of me so I’m not sure who else may be privy to this. Hopefully not any of his school teachers or mothers on the playgroup. Porter, in all his adorableness, has been known to grab the t-shirt of any available woman at the time, pull it out, look down her shirt and then declare in his all-knowing voice, “Mommy’s boobies are bigger!”

So even though Meega and Pop Pop are on top of Porter’s world right now, at least I can say my boobs are bigger then Meega’s.