The Horror!

My boob fell off today. Well, to be completely honest, it was my nipple and it only seemed that way if you happen to be a 2 1/2 year old named Kate. 

For some weird reason, the two of us seem doomed to experience boobie horrors together and always smack in the middle of Toys R Us… unless you count that time at the beginning of the summer where she pulled my bikini top off at the beach. Anyway, the last time I braved an excursion to Toys R Us with Kate was in the spring. While we were waiting in line to check out, the cash register ran out of tape and Kate decided that while waiting, she should multi-task and fondle my right boob. In our defense, it did cause that rather slow cashier-person to speed things up a little so I let it slide.

Our latest boob horror began last Thursday morning when something possessed my body and caused me to enter TJ Maxx. It’s a place I don’t normally enjoy, but for some reason, last Thursday I thought it was a fantastic idea…for about 15 minutes. I found a new booby trap that isn’t meant for a 12 year old girl just beginning to bud. I know, that’s exciting news right? I also bought a little box containing silicone nipple concealers. You know, those things that look like raw chicken cutlets, only tinier. Nipple sized flesh-colored pasties..because technically, I do not require a bra. Ever. They cost me $3.99.

Kate happened to be in the closet this morning while I artfully arranged my new skin colored pasties. When I turned to face her, she was intrigued then confused and ultimately, screamed at my right boob before running into the bathroom to escape. From the other room I heard her freaked out little voice, “Oh…your boobie Mommy?”

Later, Joe and Gwen begged me to drive them over to Toys R Us so they could cash in their birthday loot. Gift cards in hand, we spent an unbelievably painful amount of time wandering the aisles, searching for the elusive $25 toy of their dreams. I was becoming coated with a slick sheen of sweat as I pushed the cart, lifted the toddler, bent and stretched to retrieve toys for inspection and rejection. I had completely forgotten about my pasties.

In the Barbie aisle, I was forced to stand on my tippy-toes and stretch my right arm up to the top of the shelf to grab a gaudy Fairy Barbie. As my fingertips grazed the box, pushing it just out of my reach, I swore under my breath. Then, using the bottom shelf as a step, I lunged for the box and simultaneously heard a light THWACK on the tile beneath me.

I cluelessly stepped back onto the floor and passed the Fairy Barbie to Gwen.

“What is that thing?” I turned to see Joe squinting at something on the floor and wearing a look of utter disgust.

Gwen shrieked, “It’s mom’s boob! MOM! Your boob fell off!”

“That’s not her boob, Gwen…what is that thing anyway?” He cautiously inched closer to get a good look.

Kate pushed her way through the crowd and crouched down to inspect it. She poked it with her finger and, when she determined that it wasn’t alive, she picked it up. She straightened her little body to its full 2′ 8″ length and waved the pastie in the air. “Here, Mamma…your boobie.”

Silicone Nipple Concealers? FAIL.

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Comments

  1. Oh no!!!!! This is such a horrifying story, and yet I can’t help but LOL!

  2. I tried so hard not to laugh, really, I did.

    :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

  3. oh my goodness, it’s a good thing I wasn’t drinking anything just then or I would’ve choked/spitted or something. that was hilarious, I love it!

  4. Oh my good lord! Wowwowwowwow….I am no longer so jealous of you that you don’t have to wear a bra. Gosh, I do love that little Kate 🙂

  5. Holy crap that is HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!! And something that would SO happen to me, except my boobs are ginormous and if one fell out, the floor would cave in. :/

  6. I am laughing- yes I am- sorry but I can’t help it! Especially the part about determining if it’s still alive or not – LMAO !!! Sorry you went though that.

    • Nah…don’t worry about it. It was funny and what kind of person would I be if I didn’t share my most mortifying moments with the world?

  7. I am intrigued…never have to wear a bra????

    • Not really. It’s sad, but true. Unless I’m wearing a something that’s downright see through, I’m good to go commando. Sigh.

  8. I am cracking up over here. That is priceless. Please tell me that other people saw this. I mean, I don’t wish more embarrassment on your, but I would love to know how other adults responded to the situation.

  9. LOL! Sounds like something that would happen to me to!! That would just be my luck!! Thanks for sharing!!

    Thanks for linking up at my blog hop! I’m following you back! 🙂

  10. Hahahahahahaha!! Oh my gosh, I had to go back and read this again! What a good little helper you have 😉 Honestly, this is something that would happen to me!

  11. This is just hilarious! I just hope that someday after she gets a pair of her own you don’t walk in on her duct taping her chest because she’s afraid “they’re going to fall off”! Because we all have boobie issues that stem from childhood right?
    And an irrational fear of Toys R Us.

  12. I am in the same boat as you – never well-endowed. After my second kid, I kept those lilypad silicone boob-thingies that keep you from leaking milk, because they really served as the perfect nipple concealers. You know, since I don’t need SUPPORT. Anyway, they have recently started to lose their stickiness, so they are also becoming unreliable. Your story brings to life my worst boobiegate fears!

  13. Oh, I just laughed and lauged. And your opening line? K iller.

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