Monsoon and I went to the bounce house place the other day. I know better than to go there without a second child, but there weren't any available so I put on my
One particular bounce toy - named the spider for it's web-like climbing apparatus - is quite difficult. You can't get to the top of the really big slide if you can't climb up through the elastic webs, so I helped the boy out.
I had to stop on every level to reach down and pull him up. When I finally got to the top, I reached down to grab his hands, and noticed my boobs were most of what was keeping me from falling back through the holes. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, but I certainly didn't think anyone else would notice the stretches of web stuck underneath the weight of my chest. I kept trying to pull Monsoon up; he was grunting like it was hard even though he had stopped helping by this point and it was all on me. Think Sylvester Stallone in Cliffhanger, scene 1 (I think).
"Come on, Mommy! Use your utter power!"
So... now he knows my super secret. It's all in the utters.