Yesterday, a friend came to visit me & Charlie, & she brought her two little girls along with her. (She also brought a bunch if scones & potato salad, because I’ve never been so hungry or so incapable of preparing food in my life.) One of her girls is four, & the other is two. They were super excited to meet a real live baby (& two real live cats). Towards the end of the visit, Charlie got fussy & I started to breast feed him. The four-year-old is standing next to me, watching intently.
4-Year-Old: “What is she doing?” (I gathered that all babies are female in the minds of my young visitors.)
Me: “He’s drinking his dinner.”
4-Year-Old: “What is she drinking?”
4-Year-Old: “Out of your BOOB?!”
Right? Everyone else is thinking the same thing. Except for Charlie. He fully grasps that this is the whole reason boobs were invented, & he seems to have no problem with the two of us being common mammals.
My friend explained to her daughter that she ate like this when she was a little baby too, but I don’t think her daughter was buying it. I was advised that Charlie & I were probably confused; milk comes from bottles.