En treåring funderar

#2: Malou, why don't you have any boobs?
Jag (kikar ner och kan konstatera att de sitter kvar): I have boobs!
#2: But why don't you have the kind you can drink from?
Jag: Oh, those. I have them, they're just under my clothes. Where they should be.
#2: But then why doesn't #3 ever drink from them?

Touché. Jag är är nog tuttlös när det kommer till kritan.