A while back, Alex and I were snuggled up at bedtime and he laid this one on me:
"Mom, I wish you looked more like Aunt Nicki."
I was a bit taken aback so I just said, "Well...I've only got this face. Sorry, kiddo." Then things went a bit awry..
"No, you can keep your face. Just those other things. Sometimes they're like this (he makes a circle-type motion with his hands)...you know, your dots."
After much confusion and a couple questions, I figured out dots = boobs. I'm still not sure how I feel about that conversation.
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