the curious case of the missing button

This morning Little Miss J was pulling up her shirt to show me her "button" aka belly button. Then she says, "where's umma's button," and proceeds to pull up my shirt. I, however, was wearing a camisole underneath my shirt, which was then also tucked into my skirt. Poor kid. She couldn't figure out where my button went. She proceeded to go around behind me to pull up my shirt to see if it perhaps was hiding on my back. She cracks me up.