A recent conversation our family had while we were driving around town:
Rose: Mom, guess what?
Me: What?
Rose: I'm finally growing boobies! Isn't that awesome?
Me: Yes, honey, it sure is.
Sabrina: Rose, I can't believe you just said that!
Rose: What?
Sabrina: You shouldn't talk about your boobies.
Rose: Why not? It's taken forever. And besides, boobies are better.
Calvin: No, they're not.
Rose: They are, too.
Calvin: No, they're not!
Rose: Boobies are better. Wieners are worse.
Sabrina: Ewww!
Calvin: Boobies are not better. Wieners are.
Rose: Boobies are better. Wieners are worse. Notice the alliteration? I'm obviously right.
Calvin: Okay, then . . . Boobies boo. Wieners win.
Sabrina: Guys, stop it! Mom, make them stop!
Rose: Boobies are better! Wieners are worse!
Calvin: Boobies boo! Wieners win!
Sabrina: (hands over ears) I'm not listening.
I'm lucky I didn't drive off the side of the road I was laughing so hard.
Poor Sabrina! That was me when I was her age. My sister Judi and her friends were the Rose-and-Calvin combo. We have a boy-cousin who's 8 yrs. younger than I. Do you remember the old Oreo jingle? "Little girls have pretty curls but I love Oreos--" Apparently he'd asked his parents why girls had 'boobies,' and he'd prance around us singing, "Little girls have FAT in their bosoms, but I like Oreos." --Connie F.
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