Freudian Boots

This morning when the first two IB students arrived to class, two girls, they called each other by the first letters of their names, "Hey D." "Hey E." etc. Then one of them complimented the other on her boots. Not hearing them clearly, I heard "D...mumble...my boobs." "What did you say?" I asked with a shocked expression. "I was talking about my boots." "What?" "My boots." "Oh, I heard something else." "Teacher! What did you think I said? I didn't say that!" Color me embarrassed. Chalk this one up to the fact that as a breastfeeding mother, there are more conversations at home about breasts these days.