Well at Least She Appreciates....

It was bound to happen. Lucy and I have been taking showers together lately. It's often times the first chance I get, after Tommy has been put down for his big afternoon nap and before I start to tackle a few household chores during Lucy's "quiet time" (aka doll playing, cutting up of Time magazine, drawing with pen and sticky notes, tea parties of water on the back deck, watching Shrek the movie, eating popcorn, anything to keep her entertained for 1.5 hours).
She doesn't like me to leave her side, and this includes when I need to bathe, so into the shower we go.
"Why do you have those, mom?" (pointing at my really attractive boobs)
"Well Luce, sometimes moms have breasts to feed babies milk.
"Did you feed me with them?"
"Yep..when you were just a little baby that I wrapped in a little blankie."
(Thinking....pondering....sitting on the shower floor....)
"Mom! I drank your milk when I was little! And I remember...it was so, ummm... milky! I am so proud of you, mom! That was so nice of you!"
(And immediately back to the cleansing of the body...)
"Ummm...thanks, Luce."
It could have been worse. At least she didn't ask why they hang so low to the ground.
I am just sayin'...