Keith: What are you doing?
Me: Watching America's Next Top Model and grading papers. What are you doing?
Keith: Driving to Swiss Chalet to pick up chicken.
Me: Did the baby finally roll over and say, "I'm sick of the boob. Go get me some chicken!"
Keith: Noooo. He doesn't get the boob.
Me: Oh. Yes. Right.
Keith: (thoughtfully) Although the other day he did try to get at mine while we were sitting on the couch. I mean, not the nipple exactly, but the general boob area. He was definitely trying to get my general boob area.
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