Chalk another one up for the benefits of family dinners.

Just in case you  were worried that all your compliments were giving me an inflated ego, I want to assure you that my children are always available to smack my self-esteem right back down to where it usually is.

And, I don’t know about you, but I could use just a tiny little break from talking about anything depressing.

Just a few seconds of levity.

So here was the conversation last night at dinner between Number 3, 4, 5, and me.

Number 3:  Mom, are you going to look different next year?

Me:  Um, I don’t think so.

(I have no idea where that came from, but remember, Number 3 is the Duke of non sequiturs…)

Number 3:  Aaaawwww.  (A disappointed, You’re not???, kind of awwww).

Me:  Well, maybe I’ll be skinnier.

Number 3:  Awesome!

Then you won’t have those boobs anymore

Me:  Um, I don’t think the boobs are going anywhere.

Number 4:  Well, she’ll still have boobs, but they might be smaller.

Mom, if they’re smaller, then maybe they won’t be so droopy.

So that would be good.

Me:  Let me give you some advice.

Number 4:  What’s advice?

Me:  Don’t worry about that.

And don’t say boobs and droopy in the same sentence.

In fact, don’t ever use the word droopy when you are talking to Mommy.

To describe anything.

Number 5:  What about Dad’s boobs?

Number 4:  Dad doesn’t have boobs.

Number 3:  But he has nipples.

Number 5:  We have nipples too!

Number 4:  Yes, and someday, we’re also going to have boobs.

Number 5:  Hey, look how big my nipples are!

And that’s when I just walked out of the room.

They might still be in there talking about boobs.

And nipples.

But at least we’ve moved on from the boy parts. 🙂