A man-to-man chat

We are sitting on the couch. Sandy reading on the left, me on the right, with Ezra laying across my lap nursing. Ezra takes a deep breath, gazes at my boob, and then catches Sandy’s eye. Suddenly, he’s hauling himself up my body, twisting across, and crawling over Sandy’s lap. He pulls himself up to Sandy’s face grins and giggles and starts talking, as if to say, “Oh MAN. You are never going to believe this. That lady over there? She has this thing called a boob? And if you suck on it it gives you milk. “

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