I sometimes wonder how my kids will be affected in the long run by all this cancer stuff. Ella's so young, I doubt she'll remember anything. Max, oh, who knows..how much do you remember from when you were 3 years old? Now Cameron....now being 7...my encounter with breast cancer will certainly remain in his schema more than either of his siblings.
Yesterday, after getting a shower, he decided, for some insane reason, to put on my swimsuit (the one that contained my swim forms
...better known as my fake swimming boobs).
"Look at me mom! I have big boobs!"
"Mom, why do girls have shirts with these puffy things in them?"
It was then that I realized that he thought that all girls' breasts were actually built into their clothes...not actually a part of their bodies.
Which led me to then think about his future.
He'll be making out with some girl and suddenly she'll hear him say, "Hey, how come your boobs don't come off?"
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