The Little One and I are in the swimming pool, and he is holding onto me. Suddenly, he reaches out, pulls at the top part of my bathing suit and peers inside.
“Little One,” I said, removing his hand from the striped fabric. “You can’t do that. There are other people around.”
“But Mommy,” he said innocently. ” I just wanted to look inside…”
And then he grinned.by Liza Rosenberg