Medium Boy plonked himself down on my lap while I was reading the newspapers.
Patted my left boob. Told me that milk comes from there, and if I drink milk, well that is where it comes out from.
[I am slightly bemused, which seems to me a mixture of bewilderment and amusement.]
He patted my right boob. "You have 2, Mama" (gesturing around my chest area) he continued."One is for me, and one is for didi."
!!!
I have been divided and allocated out. Now I know what it feels like to be a piece of meat..... Grin.
Very heartwarming that Medium Boy remembers latching though. He stopped latching on me at 14 months, approximately the time that Small Boy was conceived. The milk taste must have changed!
Patted my left boob. Told me that milk comes from there, and if I drink milk, well that is where it comes out from.
[I am slightly bemused, which seems to me a mixture of bewilderment and amusement.]
He patted my right boob. "You have 2, Mama" (gesturing around my chest area) he continued."One is for me, and one is for didi."
!!!
I have been divided and allocated out. Now I know what it feels like to be a piece of meat..... Grin.
Very heartwarming that Medium Boy remembers latching though. He stopped latching on me at 14 months, approximately the time that Small Boy was conceived. The milk taste must have changed!
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