Boobs

We're trying to get Owen attached to a stuffed animal - so he's less attached to my boobs. I remember telling my Mom this story, about how he'll stick his hands in my shirt when we're at the grocery store, or bury his face in my chest in the middle of a restaurant. I could pretty much hear her cocked eyebrow and smirk as she said "Mmmm hmmmmmm?" As soon as I had said it I knew I was preaching to the choir: I've heard the story many times of when my Mom took me along with her and my Dad to a business dinner my Dad was having. Apparently the entire time I was trying to get my hand down my Mom's shirt. She was wearing a turtleneck.

At least I know that she knows what I mean, right?