Petra told me the other day that she would like a little brother. She told me that he could get “borned” and we could collect him from the hospital. She ran around excitedly collecting baby toys – she thought soft blocks and small soft toys would work, and she even managed to find a cute wooden rattle.
She was still enthusiastically discussing the hypothetical little brother yesterday. We chatted about what babies eat. He would have breast milk from my boobies I told her. “But your boobies aren’t full up with milk.” she said. I told her that when you have a baby, you get milk again, and explained that the baby would be able to use my boobies just like she had. This caused her enthusiasm for a baby brother to wane markedly. She may not be breastfeeding any more but she’s still very proprietary about my breasts. When she was a tiny baby, she would cough a special breastfeeding cough to signal that it was time for a drink. The cough is no more, but she still has a hoarse little laugh that she only uses when she gets near my breasts. And, she still pats them, talks to them, and gets all helplessly floppy and besotted about them. She’s definitely a boob girl.
Sharing her toys is one thing; sharing Mama is a whole other deal.