The Boy

Yesterday morning, I was standing in the kitchen in my pajamas making breakfast. Zachary walks in and says, "Mommy, I need to see those." Confused, I said, "You need to see what?" "Those," he said. "What are those?" "I need to see those?" So I asked him again, "What is it that you need to see?" "Your BOOBS!" he shouted out. "That is Mommy's private business," I told him. "Oh," he said. I guess he is his father's son.