A couple weeks ago I was nursing M3 and reading my book. M2 was playing in his room. He came sauntering out, with his hands in his hooded sweatshirt pockets and watched me for a moment. I kept reading.
He reached out and poked me with a finger, saying, "So, you got a lot of milk in that tank?'
Trying to keep a straight face, I said, "There's enough."
He said, "Is your tank going to run out?"
I told him it wasn't likely and he walked off again.
Totally felt like he was appraising a piece of farm equipment.