The Talk

I'm not sure what the sudden fascination is, but it seems to have hit all three of my boys at once. Fascination with what, you ask? My chest!

Last week as I was brushing Dawson's teeth (he stands on the toilet seat) he poked me. Poke. Poke.

Then tonight, Peyton said, "Let's see what's inside there" while pointing to my shirt. He then asks, "Are there stuffed animals in there?" In junior high maybe, but not now!

So of course then Gavin started in.

I tried getting Jason's attention, but he was trying to pretend it wasn't happening. Hmmm, state of denial perhaps?

I think it's time to pull out the "differences" book. Shudder.