Should I Be Embarrassed?

When I was pregnant with Cade, Kyle asked me a few times about why girls and boys chests are different. I explained that God made girls have chests that can feed babies. (Yes, I know "They" say you are "supposed" to call the parts by their real names, but in our house we have chests, pee pees, and booties.)

After Cade was born Kyle never made a big deal out of my nursing Cade other than to suggest, "I think you should nurse him," when Cade cried.

So it didn't surprise me, but absolutely cracked me up when Kyle drew this picture of our family the other day.
There on the left is Kyle, then Mike, then me holding Cade. Kyle drew me first and I saw the two circles with little marks inside. It took all I had not to bust out in hysterics because I knew what the answer was before I asked, "Kyle, what are those?"

"Those are your chests. And Cade is crying because he's not nursing."

Then he drew "chests" on himself and Mike, lifted his shirt up and said, "Because see my chest?"
I never imagined I would be posting a picture of my "chests" on the internet. What is this blog coming to?