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2/13/2019 0 Comments

"Do grits make your pop-pops (aka...breast) fluffy?"

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It’s early Sunday morning and I’m sitting at the dining room table minding my own business. I am in complete bliss with my hot cup of coffee, soft pajamas and delicious Cream of Wheat. This is heaven to me. I fell in love with Cream of Wheat at a young age. Well, actually, it was called Farina and it came in a commodity box. But it was oh so delicious. At least 4-5 times a week, I indulge in Cream of Wheat (usually weekends) or Grits (usually weekdays).
Nevertheless, I’m sitting near heaven when Eve slides into a seat next to me.

Eve: Mom, do grits make those fluffy?
Me: What?!
Eve: Do grits make those fluffy? (She gestures towards my chest.)

Sidebar: Eve has always had a….well let’s say curiosity…with breast ever since she realized her Barbie wasn't shaped like her in that department. She thinks they are called pop-pops. (I’m not ready for her to use the term “breast” so freely. She's only 5.) If you haven’t, you should read “Eve and the Case of the Pop-pops,” you should.

Me: (trying to play dumb) Eve, what are you talking about?
Eve: Mom, I’m talking about those things on your chest. You always eat grits. Do you eat it because they make your chest fluffy?
Me: (……damn…..here we go again….) (I need an easy escape…) I don’t know Eve. Go ask your Dad.

    So Eve saunters into the living room and asks her Dad if grits make mom’s pop-pops fluffy. (tee-hee-hee). He stumbles and says, “What?!?!” Eve causally repeats herself. With all the patience of Job, Hubby bends down and grabs Eve by the shoulders and says pleadingly, “Eve, I need you to focus on little girl stuff, okay. I need you to focus on clothes or something.” But Eve is unrelenting, “But Daddy!!!!! I want to know!!!!!”
    Hubby ushered her upstairs to get dressed. She went willingly. Hubby and I stared into each others eyes and spoke to each other without saying a word, “What are we going to do with her? If these are the type of questions she asks when she’s 5, what will she asks when she turns 15?”

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