Sunday, July 26, 2009
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009
July 8th, 2009
Wyatt is my best friend.
The other day I was in the bathroom on the potty and Wyatt came in and touched my stomach. I told my mom and she seemed suddenly very interested, so I paused, while she leaned in slightly closer and held her breath, and then, while averting my gaze for effect, and with a super small smile, I told her, "...and I liked it."
It had exactly the response I wanted!
Her eyes got kinda wide and she said, “Well that’s good Jaf, I’m glad, Wyatt is a good boy.“
Yeah, whatever, mom. He touched my bare stomach and it was delightful. That’s all.
I also keep telling mom I wanna jump naked with Wyatt on her bed and also sleep with Wyatt. But who knows when I’ll get to do those things.
I’m just a little girl and don’t have much control over things right now. That’s why I get upset and cry a lot.
The other day I was in the bathroom on the potty and Wyatt came in and touched my stomach. I told my mom and she seemed suddenly very interested, so I paused, while she leaned in slightly closer and held her breath, and then, while averting my gaze for effect, and with a super small smile, I told her, "...and I liked it."
It had exactly the response I wanted!
Her eyes got kinda wide and she said, “Well that’s good Jaf, I’m glad, Wyatt is a good boy.“
Yeah, whatever, mom. He touched my bare stomach and it was delightful. That’s all.
I also keep telling mom I wanna jump naked with Wyatt on her bed and also sleep with Wyatt. But who knows when I’ll get to do those things.
I’m just a little girl and don’t have much control over things right now. That’s why I get upset and cry a lot.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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