Mama, Do You Need This One?

I don't know about other mothers of toddlers/preschoolers out there, but when I'm with Felix, I don't have a lot of privacy. He likes to "help" when I go to the bathroom, which means handing me toilet paper and flushing the toilet for me. He keeps me company while I dress. He follows me pretty much everywhere.

This has also been the case with the three toddlers who preceded him. I tell people I haven't peed alone in a decade.

Yesterday, I'm in the master bedroom, getting dressed--I was most of the way there; underwear, bra, capris, and pulling my head through my purple tee-shirt. As my vision cleared of purple stretch cotton, there's Felix, holding out my favorite lace bra like a ceremonial offering.

"Mama, do you need this one?" he asks, all helpfulness and sunshine.

"Nope, honey," I respond, stifling a giggle. I gesture to the bra I'm wearing. "Mama's already got one on."

I set about getting my arms into the sleeves of my shirt. Felix brings my lace bra over, and, vary carefully, stretches up and applies it across my stomach, upside down.

"Here, Mama."