Here's what I imagine is going on in this picture:
"I love my sweet child, but why can't (s)he be like all of our neighbors, ogling Momma's titties? These fed 'em for almost three years I gave birth for goodness sakes! But nooooo, (s)he just keeps staring at my tubby tummy spilling over my waistband in the form of a muffin top! WHYYY?! Even as I'm raising my arm like this Mr. Davis over there was staring at my tits and pits, and just walked into a tree like a horny teen! Why can't (S)HE be that horny teen??"