We were having dinner on Wednesday evening and the four of us (me; my husband, Blue Eyes; 13-year-old son, The Boy; and 3 1/2-year-old son, H) gathered around the table for our usual family mealtime. H finished up quickly, as he was excited about the promise of dessert if he cleaned his plate. He asked to be excused and then scurried off to the family room while the rest of us finished our meal.
I guess H felt left out, because he returned to the table and crawled up on my lap. Sitting on my lap, he kept bumping up against and pushing on my chest. I asked him to stop and told him that it wasn’t nice. He then turned to Blue Eyes and said, “Daddy, do you have one of those?” Blue Eyes said “no” and I explained to H that only Ladies have those. He seemed satisfied with the answer and dinner conversation moved on to more appropriate topics.
We were all chatting about the day when H started fidgeting on my lap. He moved from one side of my lap to the other and accidentally bumped up against my chest again. Startled, H said…
“WHOA! There are TWO of them!”