LB: [vigorously doing babysign sign for 'breastmilk'] Gin! Gin! (Alas, this has a soft 'g' and there's a suspicion of a 'k' at the end (I think he's trying to say 'drink'), but it amuses me to imagine he's demanding gin. Mother's ruin, mother's milk, almost the same thing).
Me: [picking him up, and laying him across my lap, unclipping bra thingumy]
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