LO states how happy she is to have already gone through puberty and how she's all done with the pimples, the mood swings and that she has her boobies already. Because of this, LO has turned into the girl that all the boys talk to about their problems.
Then, LO starts telling about her friend M, a boy.
LO says "M is that kind of weird [We had been talking about a cousin who wasn't gay but wasn't interested in being with a girl either.] Mom, all that M thinks and talks about are boobies. All the time he talks about boobies."
Me to LO, "Well that sounds like a lot of grown up men that I know."
LO: "M is afraid that he'll never touch them." M is 14 or so. "He says that he's too lazy to go out and find a girl. All that he ever does is stay in his basement and play games."
Me: "Well, he'll have to go out and find a girl if he wants to touch them. In the meantime, go tell M that they are like a bag of sand."
LO: "No, Mom, they aren't like a bag of sand." LO doesn't get the reference. "They're like a bag of...jello. Two of them. On my chest."
Me: Trying not to laugh... "So why do you think M is so fascinated with boobies?"
LO: "I don't know? Because they look like butt cheeks and boys like butts? Or maybe the whole Mom comforting thing?"
Me: "Maybe Mom didn't comfort him enough?"
LO: "No, his Mom has big boobs. Big Mom boobs, too."
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