I'm nurturing, but not THAT nurturing

Alice occupied herself on the bed while I got dressed for the day. She halted abruptly as I traded one shirt for another. She sat transfixed by my naked upper half.

Alice: (pointing to my chest) Milk.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Perhaps she was referring to your colour.

Respectfully, Jon

Words Words said...

Perhaps.

Even still. My nurturing ends at providing nutrition. (except in the case of cheese sandwiches)

Anonymous said...

Imagine if cheese sandwiches came out of your nipples, though. That's what you're up against.

Jon

Words Words said...

I now know who Jon is.

Hi, Jon.