As I was rocking Jay to sleep, he started to rub my chest, which led to this conversation:
Jay: Why you wear dis shirt?
Me: It's the shirt I put on this morning.
Jay: Oh.
Jay: What deez bumps?
Me: Boobies. Big girls have boobies.
Jay: Oh.
Jay (continuing to feel my chest): Hey, Yous got two! Yous bumpy.
Me (trying not to laugh hysterically): Yes.
Jay: Me no bumpy.
Me: No, boys don't get boobies.
Jay: Oh.
Jay: Daddy no bumpies?
Me: Nope. No bumpies.
Jay: Oh. Mommy's bumpy.
Then he starts to sing: Bumpies, bumpies, bumpies. Bumpy bumpies. Bumpy, bumpy, bumpy.
I hope he never has this conversation with a girlfriend!
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