"What is that wump?"

I was laying on the floor trying to nurse Abigayle to sleep, when who should walk in but Miss Abrianna in need of a cuddle.
That cuddling so gave way to exploring mommy's body. "Momma, what is that wump ( lump)?" "It's a mole Abrianna." "What is a mole?"she asked. "It's like a raised freckle." I replied. "Can I pick it??" she inquired hopefully. "It won't come off Abrianna." A minute later, "Momma, I pushed it!" A look of full concentration while she repeatedly  tried to pick the "wump" off. Sorry daughter, "wumps" don't come off.