In the middle of the thrift store
Norah (loudly): Mom, do you have any breastmilk.
Me: Um, well, yes. I guess. What?
Norah: This puppy is an orphan and he NEEDS some breastmilk. Will you nurse him?
Me: Can it wait?
Norah (lifting her shirt and nursing the stuffed dalmation herself): See, I tried but I don’t have any breastmilk.
Me (looking around at the people grinning and trying not to be obvious about eavesdropping): Fine. Ok. I’m nursing the puppy.
Norah: Thanks mom. You’re the greatest mom in the whole wide world!
Yep. I nurse in public.
In the grocery store:
Norah (whispering): Mom, mom! Do you see that boy? Over there?
Norah: well, I waved at him like this. And he waved to me like this.
Me (distractedly): ok honey.
Norah: and then I swooped my hair like this. D’ya know why?
Norah: To make him fall in love with me.
Now I’m paying attention. So fast she grows.