Michelle Gross

“Whatcha’ lookin’ at?” The kid had some serious beef with me, but I was staring directly at them. For fuck’s sake, how did a grown man get a three, maybe five-year-old enemy?

“And it’s not exactly like our relationship is innocent. I’ve seen a little side boob.”
I gawked at him. “God bless America! It’s called breastfeeding.”
“A tit is a tit, even if it’s being used for nursing.”

His upper lip twitched. “Even with them asleep, you still won’t say ass?”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not. Just interesting.” There was a hmm in his tone. “Makes one curious as to how exactly does one make you slip and say something bad.”