The other day I decided to go swimsuit shopping, which is a risky venture fraught with complex emotions for any woman. While I was changing, Scarlette came up behind me and touched the mole on the back of my shoulder.
Then she leaned her head to the side, wrinkled her nose, and asked “Mommy, why do you hab a bewbie on your back?
That’s when I was stricken with the revelation that her only frame of reference for chest size happens to be me and thus, she has confused breasts with moles.
MOLES.
And given the portraits that she likes to draw of me, motherhood is keeping me real humble over here, y’all.
(Speaking of motherhood and well, speaking, I’m honored to be a part of the Atlanta cast for the nationwide Listen To Your Mother Show this Saturday night. I’ll be reading a piece from my upcoming book alongside some amazing writers – like one of my favorites, Rachel Macy Stafford, and if you happen to be local I hope you’ll join us for a great girl’s night! You can get tickets here.)
