I was nursing Jesse and Noah was sitting beside me. He kept fussing over Jesse trying to play with him and talk to him. I asked him to stop, and while he stopped actually touching Jesse he kept talking. Jesse looked up at Noah and smiled a big toothless grin.
Noah said, “He was milking and then he stopped milking and looked at me and smiled!”
What?! He was milking? Where did that come from? Well, I guess he was kind of “milking,” but way to make me feel like a milk cow Noah!