romancing the boob

still smiling

first swinging-school playground where eric broke his tooth when he was little

the culprits

daddy

magic ball

i recently realized, while zoey pinched my upper arm with great force when i was feeding her, that her zodiac sign is cancer; the animal, a crab, i think. i've never known a crab to consistently throw left/right hooks at a woman's breast before though. that's where she differs from her sign animal. i was thinking of this while feeding the munch tonight, and it sounded a lot more eloquent in my head. she has developed a relationship with the boob, as noted in the title. aside from punching it, and squishing it with her sweet chubby hands, she romances it, talking sweetly before eating. i think she knows each better than i do.