So, I overhear my son say:
"I want to see what her breast looks like."
And of course I dash in there, disguising my dash as a casual saunter of course, and find the two gazing out the window.
"Whatcha doing?" I ask, as I approach the window, scanning the horizon for the object of their curiosity.
"Look at Catherine!" (Catherine is our Polish-Crested chicken) "She's rolling in the dirt and showing us her tummy." Chickadee answers.
"Yeah, I want to see if it looks like what we buy at the store." Dandy adds.
This puberty thing has me all jumpy I guess.