Ivy-lish: No that wasn't awkward at all...

Ivy is bit freaked out by the fact that I'm nursing Traveler. Much like the business with his boy parts, she finds the whole thing gross. And disturbing.

I've tried more times than I can count to explain to her that it is natural and how God made mommy's body to work, but she's not buying it. It doesn't help that it makes cuddling on my lap crowded when he's actually nursing.

But I still didn't expect the scene that unfolded in a restaurant the other day. I'm pretty sure our waiter didn't see it coming either.

Waiter (to Ivy): "What would you like to drink, sweetie?"

Ivy: "Chocolate milk."

Waiter: "Okay, we can do that!"

Ivy (giving her best "I mean business" glare): "But not boobie milk! I drink milk from cows. NOT milk from boobies. OOOOkaaaayyy??"

The waiter looks at me. I flush purple from head to toe and he graciously agrees to make sure to bring her cow's milk.

Apparently the kitchen was all out of boobie milk anyways.