Little One sat next to me on the couch and gave me a pat on the leg.
Her head cocked to one side, and She gave me another pat.
Her brow furrowed.
She rubbed my shin. She rubbed my knee.
Little One: "Hmm. Mommy? Are you sure you're a mammal?"
What a question to be asking a creature currently gestating live-birth progeny. Which will be nursed.
C: "Why, Little One of course I am. You know all about what makes something a mammal. Why do you ask?"
LO: "Because. You never have any fur."
Her head cocked to one side, and She gave me another pat.
Her brow furrowed.
She rubbed my shin. She rubbed my knee.
Little One: "Hmm. Mommy? Are you sure you're a mammal?"
What a question to be asking a creature currently gestating live-birth progeny. Which will be nursed.
C: "Why, Little One of course I am. You know all about what makes something a mammal. Why do you ask?"
LO: "Because. You never have any fur."
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