“Daddy, you have piggy cheeks, and butt cheeks, and pig hands. Crawl like a pig.” –Violet.
Weirdly I’m more disturbed that she knows the word “butt cheeks” than I am that she has the gall to tell my husband to “crawl like a pig.” After all, “crawl like a pig” is ten times more offensive. “Pig hands” is just flat out weird.
I.O.N, good thing I planned to host our yoga retreat reunion here at my house next Sunday during S.F.’s inclusion in the Superbowl. It’s one of several circles that I run in where “the game” won’t make a difference.