This morning Logan and I took the very short walk to the laundry room connected to our apartment building. Logan LOVES this walk because he gets to go down stairs, push around the laundry cart, and find awesome rocks.
So of course, when we made it back into our apartment Logan had a said rock of awesomness and we went and sat in the rocking chair in his room to play with it while we waited for Adam to be ready for us to take him to school.
Logan accidentaly drops the rock. Down my shirt. And of course since I am large busted the rock is perfectly hidden and Logan searches for about a minute for his precious stone totally confused as to where it went. He got as close as lifting up my shirt but when that happened I finally fished the rock out for him.
Logan watches me and is FASCINATED at this new hiding spot. He pulls down the neck of my shirt and for the next... probably five minutes, he has the time of his life dropping his rock between my breasts, watching it "disappear" and then finding it again.
I really don't know what this is suppose to mean or what I am suppose to do about his new found boob obsession. Its not like its a gross thing- in fact what is under my shirt is now to Logan the coolest toy EVER.
You little ladies never have to deal with this do you? You are so blessed. Not saying I hate my chest- in fact if I am honest I rather love it. But there is something to be said for being able to go braless and have no one notice.
Anyways, care of me and my son this morning, ladies enjoy your chest :) Big or Little.