Today I had an interesting conversation with my almost 6-year-old daughter.
Her: "Momma, when I'm nineteen, can I move away on my own?"
Me: "Sure, honey, if you want to."
Her: "When I'm ninteen, I'll have BOOBS!"
Me: "You're probably right."
Her: "What if they're so big they go all the way across town?"
Me: "Wow. Those would be big! How would you ride in a car? I guess you could roll them up and put them in the passenger seat."
Her: hysterical laughter followed by "Oh, Momma, if my boobs were that big it would be really hard to do yoga!"
Thus ends the giant boob dream.