We are sitting at the airport. Em is eating some fruit salad. She is licking the fork. Lucy is nursing in my lap at the Starbucks inside the terminal.
“Mom, does that ever embarrass you?”
“You know. Having your boob out.”
“Nope. Lucy has to eat. Are you embarrassed that you have your tongue out? Everyone can see you eating.”
She smirks at me, the way you smirk at your mother.
“It’s only weird to see a woman feeding a baby because you don’t see it very often. The more people see a baby eating the less weird it will be.”
“Yeah. That’s good, Mom. That will be good.”
Yep. It sure will.