“goatie, you got big squishy pillows,” max said as he smooshed my breasts.
“uh, yeah.”
“are you wearing a bra?”
“yes.”

then he digs into the collar of my shirt.

“what are you doing?”
“i want to feel your bra!”
“no!”
“mommy has squishy pillows too, daddy doesn’t. does jaycie?”
“not yet.”
“ok.”

this has lead me to believe that the male breast-obsession thing starts early in life. max isn’t even three yet. weird.