I threw on a floral frock yesterday morning - it had a crocheted neck line that extended through the bodice. I then swanned (bra less) into the kitchen, Zeph announced with a beaming smile 'Oh mum, I love your dress'. I thanked him and felt really beautiful. As I moved closer to give him a smoochy cuddle, his smile turned, his face looking both confused and concerned. He examined the crocheted bodice, gave the section between my boobs a little tap and remarked 'you just need to put something on under there to hold 'those*' up'!
that's right - he always, always, always tells the truth (except he told me that I was going to get a helicopter for my birthday tomorrow).
*'those' meaning boobs, you knew that right?!