Conversations

I was sitting on the bed just finishing a phone call when Evan, the 3 year old, jumped up. He curled up to me, sweetly, and let me put my arm around him.

"Mommy, what's those?", Evan said as he was patting my boobs with his hands.

"That is my chest", I said with as straight a face as I could hold together.

"Can I touch 'em?"

"No."

"Can I smack 'em?"

"No."

"Can I lift 'em?"

"No."

"Can I kick 'em?"

"No."

"Can I rub 'em?"

"No."

"Ah, but I want to.."

Conversation over (as I run laughing hysterically out of the room)

Boys.