We were at an open play day at a local spot and I was happily chatting with a few moms I'd just met.
A little boy with a large birthmark on his face arrived.
Sterling immediately started peppering me with questions about what was on his face, how it got there, and why.
I did my best to quietly explain that it was a birthmark and that he was born with it.
She pushed for a better explanation, asking whether it hurt, and I remembered the birthmark she has high up inside one thigh.
I said "His birthmark is just like your birthmark. His is just on his face."
She thought about it for a few moments, and then asked "So I can see it?"
"Yep, his is on his face so you can see it."
She sat thoughtfully for a few moments, and then that explanation seemed to suit her.
About 20 minutes later, I look over and she was standing in the middle of the gym with her dress hiked up and her leggings and underwear pulled down, pointing at her crotch area.
A crowd of little observers was clustered around her.
I did the Momma Shuffle Of Mortification over to her, and hissed under my breath "What are you doing?"
"It okay Momma, I showing them my birthmark!" she probably proclaimed.
Oh. Cool then. THAT makes this totally acceptable. Totally...
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