August 21, 2005
Curled up on the couch, watching Power Rangers - but not an episode with the mass-murderer in it. And out of nowhere, he sticks his head up my t-shirt and rests his face between my breasts.
At some point, I'm going to wonder what triggered my almost-five-year-old to regress....
Me: Hey, what doing?
Bear: Nothing.
Me: Then why is your head up my shirt?
Bear: Because I like your breasties.
Me: That's nice, sweetie. But your head belongs somewhere else.
Bear: Where?
Me: Anywhere else (rearranging him).
Bear: I miss your milk.
Me: Hmmm?
Bear: When I was a baby, I drank milk from your breasts.
Me: Uh, yes. Yes, you did.
Bear: Why did I have to stop?
Me: You didn't have to, honey. It was just time, and you let me know you were excited to do other things.
Bear: Like what?
Me: Uh, walk?
Bear: Oh. OK. And help pick tomatoes?
Me: Uh, sure. You want to go do that now?
Bear: Yes!
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