Noodle was obsessed with bellybuttons today. Yesterday, or sometime recently, I was teasing her about her belly button, and she was repeating the word she knows "butt" (she uses it for real buttons) and then after I showed her mine, she kept coming back for more.
Today I paid for it. "BUTT!" she demands at the playground. The temperature is getting cold. "BUTT!" My tummy isn't fat, but, well, when I pull up my shirt, and my bellybutton is kind of in a roll of chub over my jeans. "BUTT!" She is finally satisfied. Or will be once I lower my tummy so she can stick her finger in it.
Two minutes later, I have my shirt tucked back in and am struggling to regain my dignity. "BUT!" Noodle toddles back over to me. I attempt to distract her. Looking around, I see another child who is not wearing too many layers to prevent baring stomach skin.
"Look! There's Joanna! Ask to see her belly button."
Noodle obligingly lurches over to Joanna. "BUTT!"
Joanna looks confused. Joanna is two. I explain, "She wants to see your bellybutton."
Joanna is very obliging, actually, and concedes to pulling up her soccer t-shirt to show off her belly button.
Noodle pounces, trying to stick her finger in the button.
Joanna drops the shirt and bolts up the playscape. There are advantages to being even a slightly older toddler.
Noodle returns to me. "BUTT!"
I now have a practical reason to wear cropped shirts.