Napkin Notes: A Quick Lesson in Birds, Bees, Boobs

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This morning, while I was helping him get dressed for the day, Caleb made an observation.

Caleb: Mom, what is that fing on your tummy?

Me (looking down and pointing at the tie on my pajamas): You mean this?

Caleb (poking me painfully in the chest): No, that fing!

Me (trying to remain matter-of-fact): Those are breasts, honey. Grown up girls have them.

Caleb: Breff?

Me: No, breasts. There are two of them, and they’re private, so it’s not nice to poke them. Okay?

Caleb (laughing): There’s not two of them; there’s five!

Me (Finally losing the fight against laughter, and wondering just where four year olds get their information): Whatever you say … just leave them alone, okay?

Caleb: Okay.

DFO: Art Linkletter was right.