Often times, Lidia likes to shower with me. I don’t mind because this is time that I get to spend with just her–no boys to step on her attention. We  have great conversations in the shower (and plus it is much easier to wash all that hair of hers).

This morning, she joined me in the shower and we were talking about this and that. Suddenly she points to me and the following conversation happens:

L: What is those, mom?

M: You know what that is.

L: Breasts!

M: Yes, those are breasts.

L: I don’t have breasts.

M: Yes you do, they are just small. They will get bigger when you get older.

L: Yes. But your breasts aren’t up, they’re down.

<Mom stands in awkward silence for a moment, wanting to laugh but also lamenting the truth in that statement>

M: Yes…You are right about that.