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Last night, I was feeding baby A when it was time to tuck the boys in. I am the one who gets to read the bedtime stories and snug the boys in before we call Dad to join us. Well, I was disposed of at the moment so Daddy got to tuck the boys in first.
My husband sauntered downstairs after tucking the boys in, with another smirk on his face.
"J asked where mama was.", he began to explain.
I tilted my head to the side, waiting for the rest of the story.
"T said that A was milking mommy.", he finished with a smile.
We both giggled for a moment, taking in the reality of the situation. It was as true a statement as any. I am now a portable milk machine and my son is well aware of it.
What's a mom to do?