My big chumpy parts
My 5-year-old daughter just walked into my office shirtless, out of the blue and said, “Hey mom! You know those big chumpy parts that you have? My big chumpy parts are really little. Yours are like WAAAA [she made her hands really wide and talked in the big giant voice] and mine are, like, little, itty bitty [she pinched two fingers together and spoke with her munchkin voice].”
Those big chumpy parts she was talking about are my breasts.
Breasts. They’ve only been the subject of ongoing conversation in this house for six months. She knows the word. She uses it all of the time. Suddenly, they are “big chumpy parts.”
My big chumpy parts.
I think I have just found the name for my book.