Little B spent a long, boring afternoon watching Simone pack fragile goods. He amused himself as best as he could, stuffing bra pads down his mother's neckline.
"Daddy says wear these," he told Simone.
Simone, who judiciously removed said bra pads from clothing and bras regularly, found the little guy's insistence amusing.
She was also impressed with his obeisance. When Simone inadvertently dropped a glass shelf on the floor while little B sat perched precariously on a chair and was ordered to not move a muscle while his mother cleaned up the shattered glass pieces, the little guy did as he was told
So as soon as Simone finished the packing, she told little B that the two of them were going on an expedition. They would walk to the corner store and Simone would purchase a slushy for the little guy.
"What colour of slushy would you like to get today?" She asked little B as they hopped to the store.
"Pink!" He replied assuredly and with enthusiasm.
So they purchased the pink slushy and, on the way back home, Simone noticed nude coloured material peeking out near the bottom of her shirt.
"What's this?" She asked, puzzled.
And then she realized that she had forgotten to remove the one, two, three... EIGHT bra pads from under her shirt prior to exiting the house...
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