When I was little and one of us kids got a little too close to my mother's, um shall we say... decolletage... she would always shoo us away and say, "There's a limit..." Meaning, There's a limit to the lack of privacy one woman can stand, or There's a limit to just how far I'll let you kids embarrass me in public or There's a limit I just won't let you kids pass despite the fact that the birth process alone has cost me my last shred of dignity and I have none left.

I don't know if he remembers this, but until my brother was about five years old, he thought that breasts were really called "a limit." This conversation reminded me of that:

KoH: "Why are you pulling on your pants?"

DM: "Because my underwear is stuck to my privacy."