No Bumps on The Boy

The Boy has a habit that's very odd: he likes to put his hand down the front of my shirt for comfort. He doesn't play with anything down there; just rests it on my breast bone. He would do this every time he had the chance if he could, but I only let him do it when I'm getting him down to sleep. Last night he was doing this and I said, "Can I put my hand down your shirt?"

He responded (as if I were crazy): "No, I don't have any bumps! See!?" and he lifted up his shirt so I could verify that fact.

This is one of those stories I'll have to remember when he's a teenager so I can embarrass him in front of his friends.