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The Incredible Shrinking Woman

"Mom," my 4 year old son said to me this morning as I he held up my bra, "your bra is getting smaller."

"Really?" I asked.

He looked dubiously from the bra to my chest and finally declared, "But it still fits you."

I wonder what that means.

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  1. FoursonsSeptember 16, 2009 at 9:22 AM

    Oh no! Bahahahahaha!

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  2. ChiefSeptember 16, 2009 at 10:54 AM

    He might be an aspiring bra fitter when he grows up. My husband would love that job!

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  3. Heidi AndrewSeptember 16, 2009 at 11:45 AM

    Welcome to my tiny world

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  4. SandeSeptember 16, 2009 at 1:37 PM

    What's important to our babies huh?

    After feeding for almost twenty years, I sometimes feel like I'm just boobs on legs.

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  5. HilloriSeptember 16, 2009 at 6:08 PM

    Me, I need a 36 long...

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  6. shortmamaSeptember 16, 2009 at 7:31 PM

    You know what would be awesome? If my daughter held up my underwear and told me that it was getting too big!

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  7. Trac~September 17, 2009 at 11:01 AM

    Out of the mouth of babes! LOL Thanks for sharing! :o)

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