Amelia was poking me in the chest at the dinner table as I bent over to untie her bib, asking me "What dis, mommy?"
Since my dad and nephew were at the table, I tried to be generic and said, "That's my chest, honey". And she said, very loudly, 'NO it NOT! Dat your BREASTS!!!"
Um. Yeah. Once I stopped laughing I remembered her asking me that same question a few weeks earlier and giving her a more detailed answer. Apparently she remembered. :)