Don’t judge..LOLOLOL

Ever since I’ve called Bubba “booby”, I and some family members have started calling any animal with remotely endearing qualities “boobies”.

We were dragged over to the hospital one day to keep gran company and the room had a nifty view of the rooftops, one of which is home to some baby seagulls.

Mum squees about how “the boobies are dancing” meaning the birds are hounding their parents for food and I’m trying not to fall ass over tea-kettle laughing explaining to her why that’s not an appropriate thing to say. Nobody else in the room said anything, but that might have been the highlight of their day.