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the baby and the breasts
The other day, Dillo finished his wake-up time nursing in our bed, and mr. flea reached over and put a hand on my breast. Dillo got really mad and started hitting him. (We have been having a lot of hitting - whapping, really, as it's diffuse and not painful - when Dillo doesn't get what he wants.)
Just now I was getting dressed and Dillo was sitting on the bed observing. When I took my top off, he said, "HA!" and clasped his hands together under his chin in an anticipatory fashion.
I can't remember if Casper went though this same phase of absolutely adoring my breasts and considering them hers, but I do seem to find it even more amusing since Dillo is a boy.
Just now I was getting dressed and Dillo was sitting on the bed observing. When I took my top off, he said, "HA!" and clasped his hands together under his chin in an anticipatory fashion.
I can't remember if Casper went though this same phase of absolutely adoring my breasts and considering them hers, but I do seem to find it even more amusing since Dillo is a boy.

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Herself never did it, though we do have amusing home video of her knocking me over and taking my shirt off for me when she was hungry (she has a, um, forceful personality).
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