Don’t even ask where the conversation started, but my two-year-old son now knows the existence of “boobies” (thanks honey). In an effort to convince him that boys don’t have boobies, I explained to him that he only has nipples. . . knowing that this whole conversation would rear its ugly head at exactly the wrong time.
While his admission was innocent, the timing was wrong and yesterday in church he explained to the family behind us (and anyone else in the surrounding pews) that he has nipples. Yes, “nipples” apparently does have a place in the worship service; and yes, apparently I can turn three shades of pink. Amid giggles and smiles, the young father behind us simply leaned forward, confirmed what he heard and gave my husband a big high five.