Gio and I were driving down the road, the other day. As usual he was in the back, reading. This particular day he was reading a Superman Comic. At this point in his life, he prefers books, with lots of pictures. I was the same way, at that age.
"Mommy, this big, blue guy fighting Superman, has nipples!" exclaims Gio.
Um...........nipples?" I ask.
"Yeah, nibbles, isn't that funny?"
And yet I had arrived at another one of those parenting grey areas. Do I let him go on incorrectly switching between nipples and nibbles? Or do I correct him?
"It's N-I-P-P-L-E-S with a Pee," I say.
No grey areola there.
Despite my clarification, he randomly switched back and forth between nipple and nibble, the entire way home.
But I guess when you spend the first six months of your life getting food from a boob, it's easy to call nipples, nibbles.
And somehow he never noticed Superman's nipples. I guess they are smaller than Golem's nibbles. But, please, don't tell Superman I said that.
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