Overheard one morning
Gabe: Mommy, what’s that? (pointing to my bra as I’m getting dressed)
Me: This? (pointing to same as I continue dressing)
Gabe: (excitedly jumping) Oh! That holds the baby water!
Dinner on the “hoof”
Gabe: Whatcha doin’?
Me: Feeding the baby.
Gabe: (looking curiously) Baby eats the belly button?
And now we start saving for therapy...
Me: (pumping)
Gabe: Mommy? Whatcha doin’?
Me: Making milk for the baby.
Gabe: Ok.
(a few minutes later...)
Gabe: Mommy? Whatcha doin’?
Me: Watching a video with you. What are *you* doing?
Gabe: Making a baby.
(BTW, now when Gabe sees the pump bottles...whether they are in use or just sitting there...he looks intently into the bottom and says, “Is it coming OUT? Is it coming OUT?” Yeah, I’d better book the shrink in advance.)
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I sprayed my keyboard over the bellybutton comment.
My toddler insists he has to pump his nipple too (as he tantrums in front of me). Maybe we should be finding more private places to pump....
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