Fiona: Your boobs are showing.
Me: (glances down at v neck) Yeah a little.
Fiona: I have little boobs.
Me: Um, yeah you do.
Fiona: Can we go to the store and buy toy boobs?
Me: giggle What?
Dave: I bet they exist.
Me: Probably but I'm not taking her in to one of those types of shops.
Note: Okay someday she's going to kill me for telling you this but you'd be amazed how many conversations we have about my boobs. She must get it from her father.