questionable

In the car today we drove by a Mexican mercantile type store with a clothing display in the window. Out of nowhere:

Mia starts yelling and cackling: boobs! boobs! boobs!
Henry: what is she talking about?
Me: I don't know what's she's talking about.
Mia: I'm talkin' about boobs! boobs! boobs!

And she was. There was no possible way to keep myself from laughing. In all fairness they were pretty scantily clad mannequins. And this isn't coming from some cute little kid who is learning to talk and pointing out embarrassing things. She knows how to talk quite well and generally be appropriate in public, except when she isn't.