baby brudda's on his way!

little: i cook baby brudda in ma pansa
(translation: i have baby brother in my tummy)
me: you do?
little: yup. he's name jackson
me: really?
little: i teach him be quiet. titter get mad if too loud. i teach him run fast be strong too.
me: (suppressing a giggle) is that what you have to do when you get too loud for titter?
little: yoooooou bet! (and a smile)

baby brudder in my pansa

i love these nalgas!