Daughter 2 is lying in bed trying to keep from actually going to sleep ...
Daughter 2: Mooooooomma! I have a bump on my chest.
Me: (after pausing the Friends rerun, I examine my daughter's chest) It's alright. It's just a bump.
Daughter 2: It's not another boob?
Me: Ha! No. It's more like a pimple.
Daughter 2: A pimple??! No way! I'd rather have three boobs.