Seriously children, there are at least SIX other places to sit within my direct line of vision in this room. Why are you guys sitting on top of me? Mom is not exempt from the “respect a person’s body” rule. Sure you were literally created inside of me, but that does not give you authority over my body. I may nourish you with my breasts. That doesn’t mean you can claim them at will. Your pokey little fingers have no right to digging in my belly button.
My body is my own. So give me space and let me drink my coffee while it’s still hot. Please and thank you my overlords.