I've Heard of Penis Envy, But....

"Nursey!" Will demands the minute Jodi walks in the door.

"Okay. We'll nursey," Jodi replies, gathering Will in her arms and settling in on our couch.

Zora eyes the tender moment on the couch, looks at me and says, "Nursey?"

"No, baby," I start, but I'm too late. She crawls into my lap, lifts my shirt, and starts searching for...a milk bottle?

"Sweetie," I say, squeezing her, "nursing is a 'use it or lose it' proposition, and we have lost it."

She studies me, unconvinced, lifts my shirt again, and checks out my belly button. Eventually, we compromise with a cold bottle of moo juice and some cuddle time.

Today, the same scenario plays out, but I am cooking dinner, and Rodney is on the couch opposite Jodi and Will.

Zora crawls onto Rodney's lap, looks at him with her earnest brown eyes, and lifts his shirt. "Nursey?"