After last weekend's trip to Crazytown (my MIL paid us a surprise visit) nothing anyone says can shock me. Well, almost anything...
Matthew was misbehaving and I asked him why he was not playing nicely. Here's how the conversation went down:
Me: "Why can't you play quietly without hitting your brother?"
M: "You didn't give me enough breastmilk when I was a baby."
Me: ::stunned silence:: and then "Is that right?"
M: "Yes, I wanted it and you didn't give it to me."
This is a child who self-weaned when I was 6 months pregnant with J. He was 16 months old so I don't think he even remembers nursing. He knows I've nursed the other kids longer (J weaned earlier this year) but why the guilt trip? And it doesn't help that I have a fair amount of guilt over the close spacing of my pregnancies and the resulting early weaning of M and the forced gentle weaning of J when I just couldn't take nursing 3 anymore. To hear my 5-year old utter those words though... I didn't know if I should laugh or cry!
