I was out finding shoes for Bryanna's flower girl dress when she said the funniest thing to me on our way home. Our conversation went like this when we climbed into the car:
Bryanna: Mom, that girl was wearing a bad dress (referring to the girl, wearing a tube-top dress, who was standing behind us at the register).
Me: You're right Bryanna, we shouldn't show our chest. (I hesitated on using the word chest in case she would question me more about it, but then she said this...)
Bryanna: Jesus doesn't like it when we show our boobie crack!!
Me: You got it!! (Laughing hysterically inside, and calling Mark to tell him this funny thing!)