Boo Boos. Many things can be boo boos... might be a real boo boo - might be a mole - might be a piece of dirt. Until proven otherwise though, Laura assumes all of these things are boo boos.
Tonight, Richie was sitting in the recliner with his arm stretched above his head. She looked across the room at him and exclaimed BOO BOO! We weren't sure what she was talking about. We asked her to show us what she was talking about. She got down from her chair at the table and ran to her daddy and pointed to his arm pit and again exclaimed BOO BOO! Her daddy corrected her and told her it was in fact hair, not a boo boo.
Can you guess what she did next? She came back over to the table where I was sitting (wearing a tank top) and insisted on looking at my hair. I think she was either disappointed that there wasn't any there - or just confused by it. She kept looking and looking. Then she went back to her daddy to check out his - and then back to me.
It was the funniest thing watching her and her little brain try to process the differences between males and females - and I'm sure it'll only get more and more interesting as the years go on.
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