I was feeding Esther and Van was eating a piece of bread. He handed me a bite of his bread and said,
"you know, you eat food and it goes down here and to Esther" motioning from my mouth to my breast.
"yes!" I said, "that's right"
Van nodded in acknowledgement, then said,
"Ok, come here Esther" and offered her his nipple. He still hadn't put a shirt on after his bath.
"No Van, you don't make milk, only mamas make milk" I told him.
"I make milk" said Van with certainty. "I make it with my prey."
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