tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907318835461639396.post3392109807328519829..comments2024-01-05T14:05:40.691+01:00Comments on The Adventures of the Gingerbread Lady: In which she talks about poopooUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907318835461639396.post-80777815845734741182013-09-04T14:06:09.255+02:002013-09-04T14:06:09.255+02:00@thefatcatlady - I know the day will come where I ...@thefatcatlady - I know the day will come where I am patently UN.COOL. and he'll no longer share the desire to shove rusks up my nose or check out the contents of my ears ... but I hope I still get hug attacks then, too :-)The Gingerbread Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11060553716262145464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907318835461639396.post-91581769265973953692013-09-03T23:03:16.297+02:002013-09-03T23:03:16.297+02:00The food sharing and sadly the hand holding do not...The food sharing and sadly the hand holding do not last forever. My son (who is 11 and does not slobber) will not share a soda with me, which means always buying two and refuses to hold my hand even in a crowded busy airport because "Uh, Momma, someone might see me and think I'm a baby". He is 4'9" tall and weighs 80 lbs, how anyone could mistake him for a baby is beyond me but he refuses none the less. However when we are at home he insists on "hug attacks", this is where he waits until you are preoccupied and surprises you with a hug. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907318835461639396.post-77042417954077459512013-08-10T20:52:05.454+02:002013-08-10T20:52:05.454+02:00Brilliant post!Brilliant post!Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07334447581380873162noreply@blogger.com