Smallest. Pasties. Ever.
Me: “Okay, everybody out of timeout and get dressed. You’re going to Grandpa’s, so I can go to my appointment.”
Caolinn: “Where are you going?”
Me: “To have a mammogram.”
Xavier: “What’s a mammogram?”
Liam: “It’s when you go look at a mammoth.”
30 seconds later…
Xavier: “Why do we have to get dressed?”
Caolinn: “Shush, Xavier, just get dressed…mom’s boobs just saved us from time out.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
saved by the boob. I can think of so many times that’s been appropriate. does that make me a freak?
No, but if you’re anything like me…these suckers have saved you from paying for your own beer, more than once.
hahahahahaha! testament to the fact that we met on the internet and not IRL because then you would know that I could never get my boobs to pay for anything because I am flat busted (and, yes, I see what I did there, but it was intentionally unintentional). I was thinking more in terms of people I know, but not necessarily (if ever) myself.
Snort…you’ve made a rare triple titted entendre.
Hahaha!!!! My son cringed the first time I explained to him what a mammogram was, but he understands the importance. This bodes well for my future daughter-in-law. I’m pretty up front with him about “girl stuff”.
I just had my first mammogram. The finding: really dense breasts. I thought that was just the contents of my skull, but apparently many of my parts are equally dense.
Dude, I had the SAME THING! I had to schedule an ultrasound and some higher level scan where they smashed them into crepes!