O and Cal are in the next room, playing house. Olivia LOVES to play house. Really, who doesn’t?

Then I hear her instructing Cal: “Lift up your shirt.”

My ears perk and my brow furrows. Where is she going with this?

Then: “Now put baby Hobbes up to your tummy and he will eat you.”

Bah!

Later we had a discussion about how Cal will never EVER nurse anyone.

Boys aren’t so lucky. So I’m told.