Ella's New Job

Apparently, while I was looking the other way, Ella took a job with the Modesty Police. Not that she's Miss Modesty, mind you, but rather than she wants me to be. Or, more specifically, my neckline.

Last night as I was on the floor painting her toenails, she asked me "Mama, why do all of your shirts show your breasts?" Nice.

And then:

Today, as Ella is crawling all over me, she accidentally pulls the neck of my shirt down. She saw what she had done, immediately jerked it back up (well past where it should be) and says "Mama! Don't you know it's not ladylike to show your chest like that!"

I just laughed, knowing that one day our roles will be reversed and she will be the one with the buxom figure and I will be the one shouting 'Cover Up!'