A Friday Funny

The following happened as I was about to walk down the aisle last Saturday with the littlest ring bearer:

First a little back-fact. The Baby calls beads “beebies“. It started as beadies but it has morphed into beebies and we think it’s cute so we don’t correct him.

Back to the wedding aisle…

We enter the church and the boys come running back to me-lollipops in hand (Way to go dad-you broke those out waaay too early but that’s another post.).
The Baby decides he wants to process up with me. I gently remove said lolly, tuck it into my bouquet for later and then pick him up to keep his motor mouth from running and ruining the entire serene scene. He immediately notices my beautiful new mother of pearl necklace and earrings from the bride. Here is what happens:

The Baby: Mom, I love your beebies.
(oh-also, if you haven’t seen the pictures of that day, my actual “beebies” were quite prominently displayed.)

Me:Thanks bud, but let’s shhhh for Aunt Mary.
The Baby then lunges toward my necklace and bites it.
TB: Can I eat your beebies?
Me:Removing his mouth and wiping the drool from my decolletage. No honey it’s not candy. No mouths on the beeby.
TB:silence.
We walk forward a few steps, ready to take our turn. I go to put The Baby down so he can walk holding my hand. We take our first step. All eyes (and ears) are on us. Then, it happened.

TB: (Nice and loud now) Right, no biting your beebies mom.

Red Face, Red Face, Red Face.

Awesome.