My husband was not a kid person. He was distinctly uncomfortable around children. He grew up with just one brother, no cousins, and just never had occasion to be around people much younger than he was. So, a naked little girl scaling his body and clamoring for his attention practially sent him into shock. He'd hold perfectly still, afraid she was going to fall, more afraid to reach out and touch something he shouldn't to save her.
How times have changed. I assume my niece keeps her clothes on these days. And it seems to be the boys who clamor for her attention.
And my husband? While I wouldn't call him a kid person, he is perfectly comfortable around them. And I am proud to say, doesn't even bat an eye at a nursing mom!
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