A Toast to Breasts

My family drank some bubbling cider and made toasts to the New Year. Here were our toasts, in the order they were given:

Mine: A toast to adaptation! (I don't know, it was the first thing that came to mind.)

Joseph: A toast to defenestration!

Jacob: A toast to awesomeness.

Sarah: A toast to.......breasts. (She is eight years old.)

Dad: A toast to good health.

Julie: A to.....

We all clink our glasses together. Julie dropped her head, sad that no one cared about her toast. Everyone quickly pulled their glasses back and asked Julie what her toast was.

Julie: A toast! To.....uh.....a toast to.......family. :)

We all smiled back at her, clinked our glasses together, and drank in the New Year.