he's a boob man...

Okay, maybe it's because he was breastfed, then again, it could be some sort of "wiring" that the male species just comes with, but it has come to my recent attention that T.Man is definitely a boob man. Nothing makes him more content than to grab my shirt and check out my personal belongings (so much for modesty). He seems particularly intrigued with a small freckle that I was blessed with (okay, *sigh*, it's a mole....but it's really not that noticeable - well, to anyone but T.Man.). Every time he snuggles up to me (and often just when he happens to be sitting in my lap), out come his little pinchers and he's off to make certain that my freckle (*sigh*, okay, OKAY, mole - there, are you happy?) has not gone to live with some other deserving family. I know young folks can be a bit "odd" (no offense kiddos), but between his innocent ogling of Mom's packaging, his absolute can't-take-my-eyes-off-it.....MOLE...., and his tendency to drag around heavy electronics by the cord (first it was a waffle-iron, then a clothes iron, then he moved on to the George Foreman Lean Mean Grillin' Machine), I'm beginning to really wonder about the the little fella...bless his heart.