Boobies are like jello

As I'm hanging up Cheese's laundry I'm filtering through and separating her pjs and spankies. I stumble across her 'braaaaawl' also known as her bra. It's a little training sports bra that she threw a fit to have on our last trip to Justice.

I casually toss it to her and tell her to put it in her pajamas. I also inform her that she should be wearing it since she asked for it. 

'Well you see, it's not very comfortable. The bottom stripe is kind of tight.' 

'Cheese, that never changes, for the purpose of your braaaaawl is to support your boobies. And you're built just like your momma so chances are you're gonna have big boobies, so you should get used to it.' 

'Why do some women have boobies that go to their belly buttons?'

*insert incredibly serious look here*

'Because they didn't wear a braaaaawl, Cheese.' 

'Well you wear one so why are your boobies so squishy? Are they made of jello?' 

'No sweet Cheesus, boobies are not made of jello.'

'Can you buy some the next time you go to the store? It's so good.'

What can I say? There's always room for jello...even when your attention span is that of a flea.