The other day, Olivia informed me that she wanted a bra.
She is nine and the skinniest thing you've ever seen - she won't need a bra at this rate for another ten years.
We discussed and that there was a possibility that when she was ten that we would purchase said item. She says, "Oh, wait, you've gotta see this!" and runs upstairs. She comes back down with two whiffle ball halves in her shirt and says, "Maybe when I get a bra I'll put these in there!"