True story: When Asher was 3, we took a little family vacation to the beach. One morning, the two of us went into the bedroom to put on our swimsuits.
I took off my shirt. He glanced at me. Looked away, uninterested.
I took off my bra. His eyes shot to my chest, clearly alarmed. He yelled “UH-OH!!” very loudly, rushed over, put one hand under each boob and lifted them back up a couple of inches.
Sigh. Even a 3-year-old knows where boobs belong.
This isn’t the first time I’ve talked about my boobs to you guys. [Read more...]
