Overheard

Miss M was playing with a stuffed Bambi - a rare treat, since it's usually kept up. They must have been playing house, and Bambi was The Baby. First was a pathetic, pleading whine: "Pleeease, Mama, can I have milk outside? Please?" And then the Mommy, in a very fierce voice: "NO, Bambi! You can't have milk outside! People will be mad!" Followed by whimpering and more pleading from Bambi.

I've been explaining to Miss M that people don't like to see a big girl like her nursing, so we only nurse in private. It's interesting seeing how this concept might look to her three-year-old mind, and from the two different perspectives of the sad, pitiful nursling, and the non-yielding authority who controls the supply.