The DH got a very special book for Christmas. It features pictures of topless women - in 3D!!
Just a whole book of breasts. But it's not as lewd as it sounds. It's the kind of fun book you have on your coffee table.
And that's exactly where it was when Milkbaby came across it. He looked at the front cover for a few minutes, then pointed at the barely-covered breasts and said "milk". "That's right", I said. He then picked up the book and brought it over to where I was sitting, turned around, backed his little nappied butt up and proceeded to sit on my knee, all the while holding the book. It was clear that we were going to read it, together.
I hesitated for a few seconds, wondering if this was some kind of parenting no-no. After all, the book's basically just tasteful soft porn. But there's no getting between Milkbaby and his Milk, and no point trying to distract him.
So we "read" the Milk Book. There were no words, so all I had to do was turn the pages while he pointed and narrated. His narration went like this:
"Milk." [pointing at breasts]
"Milk." [again]
"Puku." [pointing out a stomach]
"Milk." [back to breasts]
And the clincher: "Mummy!!" [pointing out a very beautiful woman with long dark hair].
If only, I thought. If only.
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