Last Saturday we went over to the Carl Sagans for Little Carl Sagan’s fifth birthday party. The Captain was the only one officially invited, but we all went anyway. It was the Wee One’s idea. She’s a born party crasher.

When we got there, all the kids were playing in the basement so I decided to use the main floor quiet to nurse the Wee One. Just as we started, though, a girl with curly yellow hair came upstairs to use the bathroom.

Here’s how you know she does not have any younger brothers or sisters:

YellowHair: Oooh, who is that?

Me: This is Wee One. She is Captain Jelly Belly’s little sister.

YellowHair: Can I feed her?

Me: Ummmm…well, she gets her milk from me, so I have to feed her now. But at lunchtime you can give her some Cheerios.

YellowHair: Oh.

(Meanwhile, the Wee One has detached and is looking around to see who the new person is.)

YellowHair: Oh! What IS that?

Me (covering up hastily): Um…well, it’s how the baby gets her milk.

YellowHair: Can I see that again?

Me: Well…

YellowHair: What IS it? Can I SEE IT?

Me: Um…Mrs. Carl Sagan! I’m going upstairs to feed the baby!

I figured that the party wasn’t an ideal time for either an anatomy lesson, nor an Introduction To Breastfeeding lecture. I can only imagine the conversation YellowHair had with her mom on the way home!