So my oldest, a 4 1/2 year old real live princess who tends a jewelry tree in her room and leaves the house everyday with some concern whether "everyone" will think she's pretty, recently had a one on one with our longtime babysitter.
Delsie, our babysitter, is a few months past 21 with long brown and sometimes blond, hair. She's cuter than any twenty something I ever was, but maybe that was because of all the baggy grunge clothing I was wearing....
The other day while I was off computering or Christmas shopping, Dee and her gal were coloring at the kitchen table while the little kids napped. Dee asked Delsie how she really knows she is a girl. Delsie said, well you know, because we have our "lady parts."
"But when do you get these???," Dee queried, making the universal sign for ta-ta's with her hands cupped in front of her chest.
Delsie considered the question and first said, "you should ask your mom," but then followed with a more definitive answer; "probably when you're sixteen." When relaying the story to Chris and I later, Delsie told us that she landed on sixteen because her best friend who's Japanese didn't start developing until "way later," like "senior year."
When Dee asked why Delsie's are "much bigger than Mama's," Delsie left that for me to explain. I imagine I can't just tell Dee, "wait until you're sixteen," because that would be false advertising.