Before Max pulled open his pajama drawer, he placed his hands on his nipples. “Mom what are these called and what are they for?”
I thought for a minute, before I responded of what definition I should use, breast, nipples. Then I felt the best word to say. “It’s your chest.” As I observed his expression, I realized it wasn’t enough of an answer. He looked puzzled as he rubbed his hand over his chest. “Mom is my chest a decoration?”
I pointed to his chest and gave each individual name for each part. He seemed happy, but wondered what use they are to him. I think this topic was sparked, because of Max’s nephew being breastfed.