Something Like That

We were snuggled on the couch this evening when Dawson sat up and asked, "Mama how do you get these things?" as he motioned to his own chest.

Never ceasing to be amazed at the sheer randomness with which these topics pop up, I offered, "God just makes us that way."

"Yeah, but only girls get those right?"

"Yes."

"So when do you get them?" he asked, curiosity still not satisfied.

"You usually get them when you're a teenager," hoping the inquisition would soon end. He is only seven after all.

"You mean you just go to bed and POOF they appear?"