Apricot Show- the next generation

If you search back through the posts you will discover another Apricot Show posting. Or perhaps you remember what they are all about. But it's always good to have reminders... Before Emma's bath time she runs around all nakey and gives anyone and everyone an apricot show. When she was really little, Steve refered to Emma's bum as apricots and the term of endearment has stuck around since then.

The other day Emma ran to the top of the stairs in her birthday suit and yelled, "Daddy, I have a bum!" She turned around and pressed her apricots to the bars of the gate and giggled like mad. I, of course, was laughing like crazy.
Lately Emma has been asking to see her bum. I guess she is starting to wonder what the fuss is all about. So Steve and I have both lifted her up so she can see her bum in the mirror. If she can't find a mirror (like if she is all wet and soapy in the bath) it is quite humorous watching her try to see her apricots and bum. It's like a dog chasing its tail.

The other day we were all in the kitchen area preparing for dinner. In comes Emma with some dolls, a couple of which were Cabbage Patch Kids. She laid them on her chair and proclaimed, "Apricot Show!" Sure enough, the dolls pants were all pulled down, exposing their apricots, and they were laying face down- probably hiding from their shame. (Cabbies have fairly well defined bums in case you didn't know. In fact there are some Cabbie stories from my youth that I will probably share with Emma someday....)

Again this morning, Emma paraded around with Stella whose pants were missing and whose bum was being shown for anyone to see. "Apricot show!" Giggle, giggle.