This evening, we got home just a little before Karston, so Daddy checked on the garden, and picked a ripe tomato while he was there. When Karston showed up, Daddy put the tomato in his shirt pocket and came out of the garden to greet his little boy. And that's when we all saw the funniest thing! Karston gave his usual big grin, happy to see Daddy, and reached for him. Daddy picked him up. Karston, arms up in happiness, noticed the shirt pocket bulge. Or should I say he noticed the breast pocket bulge? The look on Karston's face was a combination of joy and awe! Oh Daddy, you finally grew those breasts I wanted! He was happy to see Daddy before, even more thrilled when ... oh yes, he touched the pocket, that's the right combination of firm and soft!
Karston stroked the pocket. Daddy didn't want a tomato squished in his pocket, so they went in to the kitchen where Daddy emptied that pocket. Oh, it's just a tomato. Karston looked absolutely crestfallen that Daddy didn't grow breasts after all. We laughed when we figured out what he must've been thinking.
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