Boobs

Yesterday while standing in the parking lot at Costco I looked down only to see Leta squeezing my boob as if she were honking a horn. Honk. Honk honk.

My child was grabbing my boob. In public. I quickly removed her hand from my chest, forged into the store with my head down, and mumbled into her ear, “You father told you to do that, didn’t he?”