Yesterday Big E took the girls and I to a gaming tournament put on by his club. I brought my dice bags, and the girls kept me company while Big E chatted up his fellow gamers. In this fortress of testosterone, little e's voice pipes out:
"Mama, when I was a baby you fed me breast milk" (Pat-Pat)
My eyes dart around... how much of an audience do we have?
"I drank milk from your breast." (Pat-Pat)
Why don't these discussions come up at the yarn store? "Yes dear, you did."
"You used a machine to get the milk out, didn't you. A breast machine.." I grab her hand, before she can pat my chest again.
"Wanna play tic tac toe?" I ask brightly.
"Okay, I go first..."
Oh