(Babe - reminder, she is 3 - was lying on my chest trying to go to sleep when she pointed at my boob and the following conversation ensued)
Babe: Is this fake?
Me: (Looking at her finger on my boob and then at her) Uh, no (I’m very articulate)
Me: Uh, because (See, I told you)
Babe: What are they then?
Me: Uh, real.
Me: Because I want them to be?
Babe: Well, I want them to be fake.
Me: Good to know. Go to sleep.
And now I better start saving for more than just her college education. (You know, for her therapy bills when I refuse to let her have breast enlargement surgery when she is 16.)