The question came out of the blue on Sunday afternoon. She came up to me as I was reading a book and touched my chest. "What are these called, mom?" she asked. I asked her to repeat the question to make sure that I was interpreting correctly.
"What are what called?"
"These." This time, she very deliberately cupped them.
"Those are my breasts, Mal."
"When am I going to get some?"
"Oh, maybe when you're about twelve or thirteen." That must have satisfied her curiosity, because she walked away and started up something else.
The funny part is that it wasn't difficult answering her question... it was just difficult holding back my laughter. I am in for a ride with this one.
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