Henry hasn't been feeling well for the last few days. He's so stuffed up, his nose manages to run constantly despite being stuffed up, and he's got a bad cough. Under better circumstances, Henry is demanding. When he's sick, he's an angry little dictator. This morning he saw me get out of the shower. Although I stopped breastfeeding a while back, the memory must remain strong. He pointed and said, "Booby! Booby!" It was incessant, and all the while I was trying to explain in terms he could understand, "Boobies don't work anymore!" He got angry and sad, and then angrier and sadder, and finally I thought, "What the hell." We climbed into my bed, he snuggled close, and tried to nurse for all of about 3 seconds. Then he pulled back, gave me an angry scowl, and said, "Working!" As in "It's not working." So he switched sides, tried again for just a few seconds, and frantically looked about, saying "'Nother one? 'Nother one?"
I've heard about the boys liking large breasts...but liking three of them??
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