Z was sitting on the changing table while I was wiping off his back (yuk. don't ask. you don't want to know), and he leaned over, put both hands on the front of my nursing tank and pulled it out as hard as he could...then proceeded to sick his head down my shirt.
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
I was laughing so hard I could hardly breathe.
Think he was hungry??
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