A little privacy would be nice
The other day, Nathan did something really funny. A little embarrassing, but since he’s only two, not much of a big deal. I was holding him in my lap facing me, and he yanked open the top of my shirt. (Don’t all mothers have to deal with this at one point or another?)
“Hello!” he exclaimed as he craned his neck to peer down into my shirt. I quickly pulled my shirt back to my body.
“Nathan, don’t do that please,” I said. “It’s not polite to look at Mommy’s chest.” Nathan looked at my face for a moment before yanking my shirt out again.
“Hello, Chest!” he exclaimed as he stared down my shirt.