Okay, this is kind of embarrassing, but really funny...
The other day, I had a pimple on my forehead. I admit, I'd messed with it, so it was a little red. Harper said, "What's that?" I told him it was a pimple and went on a slight rant that when he hit puberty, I would do whatever it takes to make sure he has clear skin (I've battled with it for years).
He climbed up onto his stepstool so he could see himself in the mirror and he tightened his eyes like he was really scrutinizing what he saw. Then he said, "Sometimes I get nipples, but sometimes I don't."
"Pimples," I clarified through giggles, "they're called pimples, honey."
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