Girl, You'll Be A Woman Soon

We have been riding our bicycles as a family often this past summer. Emma has her own sweet bike, and Abbie and I have two new cruisers. A chariot-like two seat cart is Ellie's vehicle and great love during our expiditions. She sits in the back and sings, eats, reads, and plays with toys. It is a great workout for the cart driver, and Ellie keeps interesting company as well.

Upon completing one such ride, my wife pulled the little one up our extremely steep driveway, into the backyard. Abbie was parking the bike and huffing from the last push of energy. Ellie was chatting with her pedaling chauffeur.

"Why are you breathing like that?" Ellie asked.
"I'm tired from the ride" answered Abbie.
Ellie agreed and proclaimed that she wasn't tired at all. Probably attempting to avoid any excuse for a potential nap.
"Well, maybe you can pull me in the cart next time?" her mother joked. Ellie paused,giggled, and answered, "Naw, not with your big helmet, and not with your big hair..." she began.
"Don't you dare say big butt!" Abbie thought to herself.
"... and your big boobies." the three-year old finished.

Ellie is full of strangely angled questions. Coupled with her recent fascination on female anatomy, she hit Grammy with this doosey recently.
"Grammy, do you have big boobies?"

What are we to do?

Last week the girls were home from school (Thanks Columbus!) and were watching a favorite film. Suddenly Ellie runs to me with her blanket and asks if I can help her to get "boobies."

Not knowing how to assist with such a request, I tempered it down and tried to tie the blanket around her like a gown.
"NO!" she screamed. "I want boobies like Emma!"
I looked up at her sister who was engrossed in the movie. She had stuffed her blanket into her shirt creating prosthetic breasts. I stuffed the blanket into Ellie's shirt and satisfied her feminine need. Here is the outcome.