This morning as I was dressing, Samuel bolted into my room. I could have sworn I locked the door.
"Mommy, I'm all dres..."
He stopped mid-sentence as soon as he saw me. I was mostly dressed, but from the waist up, I wore only my bra. Lovely bra. Pink it is. Hubband says it reminds him of a doughnut he once knew. But, enough of that.
Where was I? Oh, yes...When Sam stopped mid-sentence, I realized he was staring at my breasts.
"Samuel, don't stare at my breasts," I said, as I covered myself.
His eyes did not move.
"Samuel. Don't do that it is rude. Look at my eyes." I pointed at my eyes.
He looked at my eyes. Then back to my breasts. I couldn't believe it.
"Samuel. My eyes."
He looked at my eyes. Then back to my breasts.
"Samuel!"
"I can't look at your head when you have breasts."
I'm sure this means something. Something big. If only I could put my finger on it. Ah, yes. I need to get a better lock for the bedroom door. And maybe a pink doughnut.
