Overheard: Doing Laundry

"Mama, what's that?"

"Uh... It's called a bra."

"What's it for?"

(trying to think of the 'correct' way to tell a three year old about bras.)

"Is it for your boobies?"

(trying to think how long it will be until CPS arrives) "Well, uhm.. We uh, shouldn't call them tha..."

"Do I have boobies?

(brain melting, ears exploding)

(lifts up her shirt, points at her upper chest region) "Do I have boobies? Do I, Mama? See? I have them too!"

(wondering if her parents in Heaven are getting a kick out of this) "Uhm, well, you don't have any yet."

(shirt still hitched up, now she points at her nipples) "Well, I've got these. What are these called, Mama?"

"Heeeyyyy! I've got an idea, why don't we stop with the laundry and have some ice cream!"

"Oh-KAY!"

(sigh of relief)

(Husband walks in. Her shirt is still pulled up to her armpits.)

"Hey, baby Girl... What is with your shirt?"

"Daddy, when will I get boobies?"

(shrieks in terror and runs out of the room.)