Jiggly

I had a great conversation with Kendal the other day. It went something like this:

I had just stepped out of the shower and was getting some underoos on when she came up to me and spanked my bum.

Then she says,

"Mom, your bum is jiggly."

"Yes," I said, "My bum is jiggly." Why try to deny the truth. It jiggles every time I walk. I am not the svelte, slim, beauty I once was in my younger years. And, I'm just lazy. So, my laziness jiggles.

Then, she goes on to say,

"It jiggles when I hit it, see?" As she spanks me again.

By this time, I'm scrambling to get dressed because I really don't need a rendition of "The ABC Song" done on my jiggly bum.

During this time, she decides to take a different tactic on my large, jiggly bum.

She says,

"Mom, your bum is big."

"Yes, it is." Why deny the obvious?

"It's so big. It's bigger than the toilet."

"Yes, it is." It does kind of spill over the sides when I sit down, so I guess it is.

"It's so big it doesn't fit on the toilet."

"You're right." It's useless to argue, she's interrupted me so many times in the bathroom that I'm sure she's the expert.

Then she giggles.