Booble. (BOO-bull). Noun. Angelfish's word for boobies.
She is a little obsessed with mine, probably because I nurse. She likes pulling my shirt down and telling me, and anyone within earshot -- like the soccer moms at Clownfish's last game -- that I have boobies. No, boobles.
She also loves tummies. She was obsessed with my baby belly, and loves showing off her buddha belly. She still occasionally lifts my shirt and points to my belly, questioning. Like, hey, what happened to that watermelon looking belly you used to have? But I digress.
This story is about booble. Let's set the stage.
Yesterday, Lionfish was relaxing in the papasan.* Angelfish repeatedly walked over to her, attempted to hug her or pick her up and/or gave her a kiss on the head, and then ran over to me to hug my legs as I lavished praise on her for being "so gentle" and "so nice to the baby." It was super sweet.
One time, as I leaned over to lay some more hugs on her, Angelfish pulled down my shirt and said booble!
Me: Yes. Mommy has boobies.
AF: Booble! (lifts shirt)
Me: No that's your tummy.
AF: MY!!!! (lifts shirt)
Me: (lifts her shirt higher) Yes, you have boobies too... well you will, right here (points)
AF: Booble! (looking)
AF: MY!! (pointing)
Me: Yes! Good job!
AF: (Turns around, walks over to Lionfish and tugs on her onesie t-shirt, which is slightly bunched in the chest area) [Lionfish] booble!!
Me: (On the floor, laughing)
*Ours is less plush, but its close enough... we've owned ours since Clownfish.