OK, people, it’s time we had a talk. I know I have brought this up before, but this time I mean business. Stop touching my baby. It’s starting to really freak me out. Stop kissing my baby or trying to kiss my baby. That look on my face when you go in for the kill, that should be you first clue.
Just because I am wearing him marsupial style at nearly eye level does not in any way indicate an invitation to fondle him.
Stop pinching his cheeks, his thighs, or his toes. Stop pinching him at all. Stop rubbing his fuzzy head. I get it, he’s cute and bald.
Do not tell your snot nosed children to touch my baby. Do not be surprised when I say no.
Do not say, “I don’t mean to be rude” before grabbing at his pudgy face as if that in any way mitigates the boundary you have crossed.
Please, just stop touching my baby.
One frustrated mama