Charlie just turned three. I had trouble breast feeding both kids, so he got a taste of it for about two weeks before we went formula full time. Apparently, two weeks is enough to literally “get a taste of it” for life.
Pretty much since he’s moved from the stage of baby blob (cry, eat, poop, sleep) to that of an alert, functioning toddler, he’s had a thing for boobs. Especially my boobs. He likes to put his hand in my shirt and feel me up. When I demand “Hey, you don’t put your hands in my shirt!”, he looks at me, smiles that devilish smile and says “What!?”, as if it’s no big deal. Does he do this to the daycare lady, too?
Yesterday morning, when I got him up out of bed and carried him downstairs, he told me in a very clear and earnest voice, “I like your boobs, Mom.”
Watch out, ladies.
