Curious about the fat lady

I was at the doctor’s office today for a routine non-stress test. While I was waiting in line to check-in, I was behind another mother and her small child, a boy of probably 3 or 4 years. While his mother was busy with insurance stuff and checking in, the boy kept staring at my belly with the utmost curiousity. He was playing around on the floor and restless like many young boys are, and I noticed him edging closer and closer to me. It looked as if he was trying to see up my shirt as if to see what I had hidden in there to cause the shirt to pooch out so.