This little munchkin wanted me to read him his bedtime stories tonight, because “Bubie feels nicer”. We laughed and laughed. Forest didn’t choose me because he liked “me”, no, he liked my soft skin! He loves me to hold him so he can touch my upper chest (he sticks his arms down my tops for a better feel of the “soft” quickly before he’s stopped) and my soft neck (ugh) and even my elbows (don’t think about that for too long either). I’ve always had soft skin, but I never thought it would become such an asset.