Well, Thank You for Offering Your Help

Our desktop computer is in the Beast's room. We take the keyboard and mouse with us when we leave the room, so it's not like he's online downloading porn all night or anything. The computer is also passworded, so he can only get to certain sites when he does get on anyway. But, that's not the point of this post. It's just a small detail that you needed.

The King was working on some stuff on the computer the other night, and it all had to be done on the desktop, so the Beast got to stay up a little while longer than usual while his dad was using the computer. I was also in the room with them to help the King out. The Beast noted that Little Guy was fussing, so he offered me his help. "Mom! Litte Guy is hungry. Let me feed him milk from my belly button just like you do."

Yep. You read it here first, folks. Baby milk comes from the mother's (or apparently the brother's) belly button. I'm honestly not sure how he managed to confuse a boob with a belly button, but I really don't want to ask him. Can you just imagine what that conversation would be like?! Yikes!

In that same hour or so that we were in there, Little Guy was offered all of the following:
~a chance to sleep over in a tent with The Beast.
~a once in a lifetime opportunity to lick the cat
~a chance to hear bedtime stories as told by The Beast
~several very oversized stuffed animals
~I chance to sleep in bed with The Beast. This one was very special because "I promise I won't do anything gross to you". I don't even want to know what The Beast considers gross. That can't be a good thing.

So, there you have it. The Beast would be more than willing to help any of you with your newborn babies, too. He's got a lot to offer, including belly button milk. What? No takers?!?! I'm shocked.