She is at about rib height, 5 years old, and bouncing next to me as I stand at my desk.
She points to my chest, and asks.
"What are those?"
"The flowers on my dress, or" -I gesture towards my chest- "these?"
"Those!"
"Um, they are part of my body"
"What are they? Why don't I have those? Why are they so big?
"They are breasts, and you'll have them when you grow up"
"Why don't I have them now? It's not fair!"
