"I think I bruised my cleavage."
"Um, do you know what cleavage is?"
"Yeah, it's the stuff around my knee and Brew (step dad) said I bruised it."
"Um, no. That's not what cleavage is. I think you mean cartilage."
Eyes look down to knee, she gently pokes at it, and BOOM...it hits her.
"Oh my gosh!" She places her hand over her heart, "I don't have cleavage! I don't even have boobs!"
Today's prayer: "Chloe has reminded me (and Tara to the left) to pray the following:
Help me to keep my mouth shut until I know what I'm talking about."
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