On our cruise to Alaska, Sterling got a pedicure. He loved it. He would tell me how relaxing it was. How the stone massage was awesome. However, it was how shiny his toenails were that was continously brought up. The weren't polished...just buffed and very shiny.
A week after we arrived home, we visited his grandmother. While there, Sterling noticed a nail file and asked if he could have it. His grandmother, in turn, gave it to him. In reality, it isn't a nail file. I don't know what to call it. I guess it's the same thing the gal used on Sterlings toes to make them super shiny. For the sake of arguement, we'll call it a buffer.
Sterling used the buffer all day on his fingernails. He then announced that his fingernails were as shiny as his toes were.
OK...there you have the setup.
Tonight, Sterling came in for dinner. He trotted down to his room and took off his dirty clothes and put on a pair of pajamas. Just pajama bottoms, no shirt. He stood around the kitchen as I was finishing up plating the food. As I turned and faced him, I jokingly asked, "did you use that buffer thing on your nipples?"
Quick as lightning, he grabbed his tit, pointed the nipple skyward, awkwardly looked down at the nipple and responded "why...are they shiny?"
I could only laugh!
He then quickly said "that won't be good for a blog story."
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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