Good taste

MMMMmmm. So tasty.

So, my baby has good taste. Have I told you that? 

How do I know? Well, lemme tell you sumpin'.

The mister and his brother and I went to go see this lovely piece of man in his newest T. Burton creation.

As I was chilling with my bag o' popcorn and our large cherry coke

Mr. Tasty Depp himself came on screen and I felt this pop! pow! punch!

down near my hips and past my belly button.

It was a strange/cool/weird/surprising feeling. Almost like your tummy rumbling, but really more like an alien sucker punching you with little tiny fists. 

Then! Baby did it again when Mr D kissed his lady love at the end. 

This is how I know my baby has taste.

Also. This baby is for sure my mister's baby (which I already knew anyway...I was there after all)

because I tried to get him/her to do it again so the mister could feel it

but alas,

stubborn as a mule.

Either that or it hates me "smothering" it with all sorts of mommy loves and pokes

(which the mister doesn't like either ;))