I am sitting with my feet up and Alex is opposite me looking down at my feet. He runs his index finger across my newly painted big toenail. I think he is admiring the deep raspberry color.

Alex: So.... (then there is a pause)

I wait.

Alex: You have hair on your toes?

Another pause.

Me: Silence (I cannot believe he just said that! Whenever I am sure what he is going to say, I am one thing: wrong!)

Me: Yeah, you will too when you are older.

Alex:  Oh.... does daddy have that?

Me: Yes, Alex, he does. (I am wishing this conversation will be over soon. )

Another long pause. I won't even attempt to predict what is coming next.

Alex: I wonder how this Lego comes apart?

And just like that, another precious nugget is unearthed.

 

Later that afternoon ....

I am just out of the shower, drying off and putting on my bra.

Like some kind of radar is involved, Sam walks in.

Sam: What are those? (Pointing to my chest)

Me: Breasts Sam, they are called breasts.

Sam: What are those for?

Me: silence

Sam reaches up and grabs one, squeezes like he is checking out a new bike horn.

Stunned I pull my t shirt over my head.

Geeeeez!