Gilbert was telling me about the new baby the other night.
He said the new baby is a boy. Then he told me something that made me puzzled.
“Da new baby wants a bottle.”
“He does? Won’t he want to nurse, too?”
“No. Because dat is my nurse (pointing to left side of my chest) and dat is Trixie’s nurse (pointing to the right.) Da new baby has a bottle.”
“What would you put in the bottle for the new baby, Gilbert?”
“Umm…chocolate milk! No, no. EGGNOG!”
“But the new baby needs nurse, Gil. Babies need to nurse from their mamas.”
“Oh-kay. Sigh. Oh! Da new baby can use Trixie’s nurse!”
(I think we’ve seen to the heart of the matter, no?)