More Than I Wanted To Know ...

We had friends visiting from Oregon. They were two of our girl friends, both recently divorced. One of them brought her two daughters, ages 4 and 6. They were as cute as ever, of course.

The four-year old was sitting on my lap one morning and turned to me and asked, "Are you a boy or a girl?" I figured it must be my short hair ... but wasn't sure how to answer that. All eyes were on me, waiting, of course.

I laughed. "Is there something about me that makes me seem like a boy?" I asked.

She didn't answer. Just stared at me.

I finally said, "Well, I don't know many boys who have boobs like this!" and pointed to my oversized front.

She replied without a thought, "My daddy has boobs like that!"

Chelle