I had an interesting conversation with my 3-year-old nephew this evening. I was squatted down trying to get gum out of my purse for him when he became fascinated with my necklace, or so I thought...
The conversation went something like this:
Nephew L: Why do you have that?
NL: That (points to my necklace)
Me: Because it makes me look pretty.
NL: What is that long thing?
Me: My necklace (I pick it up off my shirt and show it to him).
NL: No, THAT! (Points to my cleavage...yep, that's right.)
Me: Oh...that's my cleavage. (I mean, what was I supposed to say?)
I look down and realize that my squatting stance has squished my boobs together and now I have massive cleavage (and since I always have a lot of cleavage, that's saying something). I look at my sister-in-law and she just shrugs and says "That's my son." in a resigned way.
I think back to my response of "To make me look pretty" and start to laugh. My brother wanted to know what was so funny and we had to tell him. He just looked at NL and said something to the fact that NL had learned something today. It was quite the family moment.