Not Funny, Not Cute

little kid thinks it is funny to sit next to me on the couch and pinch any pudge that peeks out between my shirt and pants every time I lean over to type on the computer.

This has been his new thing for the last few weeks. He waits patiently and then quietly grabs an inch (or two) of my muffin top and gives it a good squeeze, waiting expectantly for me to become offended, and shrieking with laughter when I turn to him and tell him that's not nice.

It kind of hurts, and it's giving me a complex.