Let me start by telling you my 2-year-old niece, Mia, was named after my 92-year-old grandmother, Mia. To clarify, some people call them Little Mia and Great Mia, respectively, but oftentimes I just call them each “Mia.” Up to the listener to figure out who’s who, I suppose.
So I was at my brother’s house the other day and Mia was sitting in my lap. The two-year-old has been rather curious lately, asking some very blunt questions. But hey, it’s how she learns, right?
So she turned to me, asked “Are you wearing a bra?” (I consider myself lucky after hearing the question she’d asked my sister the other day).
“Um … yes …” I replied.
She then pulled out the neckline of my shirt so she see for herself.
The funny part came the next day when I told Jeff the story. “Did you ask her what the f*ck she was doing?” he said.
I looked at him, surprised, “No! She’s just a child – she’s learning!”
“Oh!” he said, “I thought you were talking about Great Mia!”