But on Monday, the display beckoned to Sis, with its bright colors, tiger stripes, fancy patterns.
"Mom," she said almost sympathetically, "why do some people have such small breasts?"
Three other mommy-heads swiveled to watch, almost giggling, as I began my answer.
Yeah, they don't sell my size, which Sis has seen drying in the bathroom, at Target.
"Well, honey, people just come in different sizes."
And that was the right answer for her then.
Recognizing that tone in my voice that says we're having a serious or thoughtful conversation, Bud began to pay attention, "What? What are you talking about?"
"Come on, kids. We were going to look at toys for your birthday . . . . "
Toy Story and Knights beat bras, at least for almost-5 year olds.
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