B

Last night I was feeling guilty for having lost patience with #1 earlier in the afternoon, so I laid in her bed with her a few extra moments so assuage my mother-guilt. She laid in my arms and I sang quietly to her. Then, as I moved to get up she curiously reached over and poked my chest. And by chest I mean Chest.

"You shouldn't do that #1."

"Why not"

"Because they are private."

"Are mine private?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because someday you are going to have Chests (of course I used the real term), and you need to be in a habit of treating them privately."

#1 was still for a moment, processing the information.

"So is my stomach going to look like yours too?"

Feeling a little defensive, I replied, "Like what?!"

"You know, like this" She proceeded to draw a round shapes in the air.

Still trying to act confused, I said, "What do you mean, like that?"

"You know. From the side you look like a capital 'b'."

B

Nice.