This morning, as O and I lay in bed together waking up, this is the conversation that occurred.
O: Is this your nipple?
Me: No, that is my breast. This is my nipple.
O: This? (Squeezes said nipple).
Me: Ouch! Yes, that is my nipple. Be gentle please.
O: What does it do?
Me: Well, not much at the moment. Once, it fed you.
O: Chocolate milk?
Me: No, just milk. When you were little, I breastfed you. My breasts made milk and you drank it from my nipple.
O: Is there milk in there now? (Pats my left breast).
Me: No...it's pretty much all gone. When I carried you in my belly, no, uterus, my body began making milk, so when you were born, I could feed you.
O: (Looks at my tummy)...I was in there?
O: Was your belly really big?
Me: Yes...and you were even upside down.
O: Gasp! (Smile)
Me: Then you were born, and you drank milk from my breast.
O: NO MOM! The milk came in a cement mixer!!!!
Then, of course I ate him.