ME: Yes, Addie?
ADDIE: When I turn six, will you get me a bra?
ME: Erm, why?
ADDIE: Because I need a bra when I’m six.
ME: Erm, well….see, you don’t really need a bra yet. You won’t need to wear a bra for a long time.
ADDIE: Yes, huh!
EMMA: Addie. You do not need a bra!
ADDIE: YES I DO, EMMA! YOU DON’T KNOW EVERYTHING!
EMMA: No you won’t! I’m seven and I don’t need a bra!
ADDIE: Well Melissa has a bra!
EMMA: Melissa does not have a bra!
ADDIE: YES HUH! SHE DOES SO HAVE A BRA! SHE TOLD ME!
EMMA: Does she wear it? I don’t think she wears a bra. Momma, do you think Melissa wears a bra?
ME: Well I really don’t —
ADDIE: Melissa told me at lunch she is six and she has a bra!
EMMA: She probably meant she got a bra for when she needs it. She doesn’t wear it now.
ADDIE: Is that true, Momma?
ADDIE: SHE DOES!
EMMA: ADDIE! She does not need a bra!
ADDIE: You are breaking your promise!
EMMA: Addie! I didn’t say I promise!
ADDIE: Yes huh! You said you promise and you just broke your promise!
EMMA: Momma!! Tell Addie I didn’t break my promise!!
ADDIE: You are a poo poo head.
EMMA: I am not a poo poo head!
ADDIE: Yes you are a poo poo head! You’re a stinky poo poo head!
ME: No one is a poo poo head.
ADDIE: She is so a poo poo head!
ME: Addie, apologize to your sister for calling her a poo poo head.
ADDIE: (mumbles) I’m sorry.
ADDIE: So can I get a bra when I turn six?