“Mom?  What are dose?”

Adjust shirt to hide accidental cleavage.  “Boobs, honey.”

“Why you got boobs?”

“Mommies have boobs to feed babies.  When you were a baby, Mommy fed you.”

Poke. Poke. Poke.

“No, dude.  You don’t touch ladies’ boobs.  They’re private.  They’re just for babies, and you’re a big boy now.”

Scowl.  Pause.  Thinking.  Thinking.  I go back to reading the article he interrupted until . . . what the . . ?  I look down and a little mouth is trying to chew through my shirt.