Matching

It's a big deal to match at our house.
While in San Diego, Norah is running around "nakey" outside after a day at the beach. Jim and I are sitting at the table relaxing a bit after dinner.
Norah climbs up on my lap, puts her warm buddha belly against mine, and comments "Mama, we match. Your tummy, my tummy, and Lolo's tummy."
I ask "What about Daddy's tummy?"
Norah replies "No. Daddy's tummy is flat."
Ouch.