I am continually reminded that I should be working on the belly flab around my belly button. Not because it looks like a donut now (it used to be flat). Not because it looks like chicken skin, all loose and wrinkly. Not because my pants are a wee bit tight.
No. I am reminded because Owen very often confuses this flabby middle section for a boob and tries to latch on to it.
Humiliating.
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