My Son...

OK, my youngest son is quite the animated little guy. You can see the emotions in his eyes when he talks. Like the glimmer of curiosity, borderline mischief, that I saw in them last night. The conversation started when he was asking questions about mommy's chest, all the normal stuff that a 4 yr old might find interesting...

Like, why I have them and daddy doesn't; does his sister, etc... Anyway, he finally asked if he could "see how big they are." To which, I replied, no it isn't right for us to look at other people's private areas. Then he asked, with all the excitement a 4 yr old can muster, "but are they THIS big?" as he stretched out his arms (usually he stretches his arms out like that to tell me he loves me THIS much... he's growing up already.)

Keeping as straight of a face as I could, I calmly replied that no, mommy's aren't that big. And with the enthusiasm one might have when they won the lotto, he replied, "that would be SO AWESOME if they were that big." Yes, my 4 yr old will one day be the owner and manager of Hooter's.... to bad his mom doesn't qualify to work there!