This morning, Abby and I were cuddling on Grandpa's lazy boy chair. I was wearing a nightshirt that happened to be a slightly low-cut V-neck. The way we were cuddling on the chair, the shirt was sort of pulled down a little lower than I would have normally had it. Abby noticed the fashion foul....she gasped and said to me, "Mom........cover your manage".

For those of you not trackin'......she meant cleavage.