I Don't Know Who Taught Her the Word "Boobies."

As I was making dinner last night, I listened to Husband and Daughter playing in the living room. They were engaged in a rollicking game of "Supergirl."

You probably remember that game. Your father or older brother lays prone on the floor with his legs in the air. Then you balance somewhat precariously on his knees, or if you are really adventurous, on his feet. With both arms stretched out in front, you pretend to feel the wind in your face as you fly faster than a speeding bullet. Of course, when your partner's legs start to get tired, balancing yourself becomes more difficult and you topple down onto the floor, or in Daughter's case this time, on her daddy's chest.

I listened to Daughter's raucous giggles as she exclaimed, "Daddy, I felt your boobies!"

Daddy, who honestly does not have any man-titties, was indignant and replied sharply, "I do not have boobies!"

Daughter wasn't buying this. "Yes, you do! I grabbed your boobies! Daddy has boobies!"

Husband called for reinforcements from the only family member who genuinely has breasts and could explain to Daughter that he did not have boobies. "April! You need to handle this one!"

I came into the living room, and got down on my knees so that I could look Daughter squarely in the eyes. "Daughter... do not grab Daddy's boobies. Those are private parts and you should never grab or touch anyone's boobies. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Now Daughter, you need to tell Daddy that you're sorry."

"Sorry, Daddy."

Husband gave me a look that clearly meant, "That's not what I needed you to say," and then looked back at Daughter.

He sighed, "That's okay."