Scene: This morning, about 6:30 a.m. Everyone has just woken up and we are getting ready.
Cole is sitting on the couch watching cartoons. Suddenly he pipes up.
“Daddy? Do men have breasts?”
Adam and I lost it. He actually used to word “breasts”, which is funny in itself, and we are also about as mature as a five year old, so we found it very funny.
“Men don’t really have breasts, but sometimes if a man is heavier than they might have a little extra on their chest,” says Adam.
“But Uncle Harry has breasts!”
“Yeah, he’s got extra fat and he has breasts.”
I’m sure Uncle Harry would be thrilled to know that he has part of the female anatomy on his chest.