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It’s been hard for him these last few months since I finally weened him. Although he’s coming to accept my explanation that there is no more milk in my boobies, as he calls them – when he’s really tired, he still asks for that old familiar comfort.
He must have thought on this for some time – this claim of mine that the milk is gone. In all of his amazing three-year-old reasoning, he solved this most pressing dilemma. I’m the one who is apparently too dense to grasp the logical direction to which his amazing brain was headed.
He took his glass of milk (from a cow) off of the counter where it was sitting next to his lunch. He carefully walked it over to me. He handed it to me. He demanded I drink it all. I thought he was just playing some kind of game…so I played along, pretending to take a sip out of the tiny cup. He saw right through my fake-out, growing frustrated, and demanded again that I drink it all. I still didn’t know what was happening, but I drank the milk anyway…it seemed very important to him, so I obliged.
A very big smile crept across his very handsome face as he let me in on his little secret…
“Thewe! he exclaimed “Now ya have milk in ya boobies!”
LOL! What a smart & sweet kiddo!