Last week we had a babysitter. Since then, it has come to my attention that at bed time, Luna asked her for some mama's milk.
I couldn't resist. I had to ask Luna about it to get her perspective.
"Luna, did you ask [the babysitter] for mama's milk?"
"Yes, but she didn't give me any. She forgot her things."
"You know...the things with mama milk in them," she replies as she pulls up my shirt and pats my breasts. "These things."
"You mean breasts?"
"Yeah, she forgot to bring her breasts."
Like I said, oh brother.