I have been trying to entice Foodie to wean for about 6 months now with little success. And I am starting to see why. She is much more clever than I am.
We were siting on the couch and she was lovingly fondling my shirt. I could tell she was thinking about nursing and I thought I was prepared.
“Mama, wanna nurse.”
So, she changed tactics. “Wanna see da boops,” she said, lifting my shirt.
She left me alone until she planned out her next move.
“Gotta smell,” she said sweetly.
I sat there confused while she lifted my shirt and brought her little nose to my chest. She made two exaggerated sniffs, gave me a sneaky look, and then latched on at started nursing for all she was worth.
Well played, little girl.