OK so yesterday I mentioned breast caps. My son Matthew - who is 10 years old, and I were at the beach watching his brother take surfing lessons this year. Matt turns to me and says:"Hey, I like that lady's breast caps".
What?!
"Yeah, I like that color. But, why are they - you know - so....small for her - you know."
Excuse me? what is my child talking about. "Matthew, what are you talking about"?
"You know Mom. Those things that cover her - you know - breasts."
"Matthew those are called bathing suit tops, tops, or swim suit tops".
"Yeah, but I like breast caps better. It's more - uhh - descriptive".
I cannot believe I'm having this conversation. I go on to explain how it is rude to call them breast caps and how people won't really understand that term.
Matt just looks at me with a puzzled look and says "well, they are called breasts and that is the proper term and I don't think it sounds rude. Nothing wrong with either word. It's not a cuss word is it?"
I sigh. I feel a gray hair sprong from my head. Maybe God will give me some wisdom if we save this conversation for later. We walk to the car and I change the subject. I'm sure we will re-visit this later.
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