September 11th 2011 12:45 pm
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I am Queen Sophine. I do find that my own Mother at times asks the most inane questions. Last night, as I lay curled upon/between Mom's thighs, paying no heed to Mom's comfort, I had some bottom business with which to attend. I proceed to lick my bottom.

This is what Mom asked: "Sophie, MUST you lick your bottom while laying on my lap, on the couch?"

I do realize that the woman has a difficult task monitoring Middle Lad, who after only a few weeks, has already managed to fail two Al Gebra II quizzes, and Little Lad, who forgot a Music Project, and of course The Wee Lass; but she has Nannie Pennie to help her with those duties. In the meantime, Mom needn't bother Me, Queen Sophine with Stupid Questions.

Yes, Mom, I DO need to lick my bottom, while comfortably nested upon your lap, and laying upon the couch. I am Queen Sophine -- you don't seriously expect me to lick my bottom while I lay upon the cold floor?