My two year old grand daughter, Emma, spent the night with me last night. When we awoke this morning, all snuggled together, she playfully pointed to my stomach and asked,” What’s that Mamaw?”

I said, “My fat belly.”

Again she pointed and questioned me. “What’s that Mamaw?”

I answered,” That’s Mamaw’s belly button. Do you have a belly button?”

Emma proudly pulled her shirt up and told me, “There’s my belly button Mamaw! Just like yours!”

She then pointed one last time, this time to my chest.” You have boobs Mamaw. Mine are all gone.”

I explained and assured her that her chest would grow as she grew.

She then informed me, “Well Mamaw, I want purple ones!”

Dear Lord don’t let me get Alzheimers! I want to remember this precious moment!