Not From Concentrate

, | Monterey, CA, USA | Related | July 2, 2012

(We are living in housing, where four houses have a park in front. All the families have young children, and we all take turns watching them. One afternoon, my neighbor starts to feed her little one the natural way. My two-year-old daughter comes up to me, and pats my chest.)

Daughter: “Milk?”

Me: “Sorry, baby. I didn’t have milk there any more.”

(She nods, and then pats my chest again.)

Daughter: “Juice?”

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