My darling boy is perfectly aware that some people are boys and some are girls, but has never shown the slightest curiosity as to why this is so.
The other day I was wearing a v-neck shirt. I was bending over, putting his pjs on after his bath, when he got a very concerned look on his face. He started patting my cleavage. "Mommy, you have an owie?" "No, sweetie, that's Mommy's chest. Mommy is a grown-up girl, so she has bumps on her chest." "Oh. Looks like an owie."
Apparently, all the memories of breastfeeding have faded away...
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