A toddler's introduction to puberty . . . .

I had probably the funniest conversation (if you can call it that) with Josie this morning. She woke up before I was completely ready for work so she hung out with me in the bathroom while I put on makeup, etc. She got to put on some moisturizer and play with the makeup brushes so she was pretty happy.

So I hadn't put on a shirt yet and was just in a bra so this was fascinating to her. So far-she's asked what "those" were before and I tell her Mama's chest or Mama's breasts. Unlike SOME people (Natalie!), I don't want an embarrassing Target moment when she shouts out something about another woman's "boobies". As if she doesn't embarrass me enough with nose-picking, tantrums, eating food off the floor,etc . . . . . .

However, this morning when she asked "What's that?" and I gave my usual answer, she's all "No, that's an Ariel!" (Ariel=Little Mermaid who wears the purple clamshell bra).

She continues:

"That's an Ariel. And that's an Ariel. You have TWO Ariels. I don't have any Ariels." (I wish I had this on video because all of her hand motions were hilarious.)

"No sweetie. You'll get your Ariels when you're older . . . ."