I was putting Ian to bed and he smashed into my breast. I said “ow!” He said “what happened?” I replied “you hurt side.” And Ian said something like “uh oh.” “I want this side” (pointing to one breast). “I can’t give you side - I have to save the milk for baby Emma.” And Ian responded with “I have side after baby Emma has milk.” “Unfortunately, if I give you side, then I don’t have enough milk for baby Emma.” “Baby Emma can’t have cornbread like you.” Then Ian said “Oh. How about cuddle?” Then I said “I love you my Ian.” And he cuddled up next to me and went to sleep.
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