Last night I heard the Girl Child laughing.
It's a nice sound. One I hear pretty frequently and never get tired of.
But she kept laughing and laughing and laughing. And suddenly? She was crying.
"Girl Child? What's so funny?"
She was reading my book.
Girl Child, age 10, was reading my book.
She was reading the chapter called, "Nipples".
Apparently? Nipples are HYSTERICAL when you are ten, almost eleven.
Soon it was time for her to go to bed and she came to kiss me goodnight and said, in her sweet little way,
"Mom? I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to buy your book. I mean...it's just GOLD mom. It's GOLD. It's a winner".
So I thanked her and as I was thanking her, she asked,
"So mom? Does Boom-Booms mean breasts?"
I assured her that yes, in this particular situation that's exactly what it meant. And she said, happily:
"Oh good. That wasn't a typo".
I'm probably not really going to Hell. Right? Not really.