Yesterday I'm sitting on the couch with Riordan. To give you a bit of a backstory, I had surgery on my left breast two years ago to remove a lump. For some reason, this breast really is tender and sore about two weeks before my period. So...for the past two years, if one of my kids get's even close to that boob, I kind of freeze and yell, "Watch out for the boob!" They don't understand how sometimes the boob hurts, and other times it's just fine.
Anyway, I'm sitting on the couch with Riordan. We were snuggling together, and he adjusted where he was sitting. He then froze, looked at me, patted my boob and says, "Oh! I don't want to hurt your little boobie!"
In between laughter and hurt that he called it "little" (not really, I'm pretty realistic about the entire thing) I told him thank you, and we then snuggled again.