Boob Crack??

You have got to love kids.  They are so great at keeping you humble.  Tonight at dinner as I was leaning over the table, Karlie informed me that I had boob crack.  Boob Crack!?!?!?  I looked down and sure enough, my V-neck t-shirt had slipped down and the girls were indeed hanging out a bit showing off a tad of pretend cleavage (after four kids, the word cleavage left the train stop LONG ago!).  Nice.  Hence a new term at the MKHKKH house....Boob crack.  I am not sure yet which is worse, plumbers crack or boob crack!