Kids say the darndest things

Yesterday, over lunch with his sister, niece, and parents, JSquared told his parents about me. After the grand announcement (I’m picturing a Charlton Heston-esque "I haavve a girrrlfriennnnd!"), his mother asked "What is she like?" JSquared said to his niece "You met Lux. Why don’t you tell Grandma what she is like?"

"Well, she used to be in clothes and she taught me about cashmere. She likes to draw and is very good at making penguins. And she has big breasts."

This is how his niece described me. And she said it as if those three points sum me up completely. According to her, the only things a person need know about me is that I used to work in the fashion industry, have some artistic talent, and big breasts. If his niece was an eight year old nephew, I would expect the pervy comment. Yes, they are large and they are spectacular, but his niece learned more about me than the size of my breasts. She could have gone with "blond" or "nice" or "smart" or "funny" or "tall" or "likes pizza" or any other various descriptors. She chose breasts.

Now, when I meet JSquared’s parents, both sets of eyes will immediately go to my chest.