On Saturday, I took the train to Philadelphia for a dinner with some friends. I returned well in to the night in order to be able to take The Boy (and daddy) to the National Zoo on Sunday. No big deal. Right?
Well, last night I went to put The Boy to bed. He asked to nurse, which is about par for the course. Then he proceeded to tell me a story, which my husband tells me was the truth. It went something like this.
Last night you were not here. You went to see a friend. I asked Daddy to nurse. He told me he did not have any milk. Daddy does not have milk. I wanted to nurse on Daddy's breast. He has no milk though. Mommy? Can you nurse me? I like your milk. You have milk, but daddy doesn't.
You get the drift. Five minutes of this and I was trying not to laugh hysterically the entire time. Even thinking about it makes me want to laugh. I hope you're chuckling too.