By popular demand, I am yielding to pressure, to tell a story about our very own VeniceIT.
In March, Venice and her parents were visiting us here in Washington State, and we all had dinner at our daughter's home one evening. (my daughter posts here as Princess) Princess's son, 4 years old, was quite taken with Venice and was showing her around the house. He was going up the stairs ahead of her, and turned around, face first at her rather, ummm, er, ample? bosom, and said "Wow. You are really big. Do you have a baby?" At which point, Venice choked and said "No I don't." So the little guy grabs his little sister (2 1/2) around the neck and drags her over and says, "you should get one. See my baby. They are really nice."
The rest of the evening poor Venice was tugging on her top, to keep it in place and tried, and failed, to squish herself.
Sorry Venice. I had to do it. Everyone was begging me. Ask Wendy!!