On the drive home from school, we saw a man jogging. He was running in the same direction I was driving, so I saw him from the back (shorts, no shirt) but not the front. Megan, on the other hand, turned around to get a good look ...
Megan: That man has boobs!
Me: The jogger man?
Megan: Yeah! And they're hairy too!
Me: He has hairy boobs?
Megan: Yessss!! Eewww!!!
Me: Hey, don't knock it. What if your husband someday has hairy boobs?
Megan: No way. He won't.
Me: You never know.
Megan: Well, let me think about it.
Megan: I guess boobs are okay, but he'd have to shave them.
Me: Fair enough.