"Are you my mother?"
Remember that post about my sacred bond with my son during breast feeding? Well, this is a picture of Philippe mistaking the rounded end of a pillow for my bosom. He is trying his hardest to suck milk from it, even resisting me as I try to pull him away.
I felt like giving him that line from Beyonce's Irreplaceable: "Since I'm not your everything, how about I be nothing, nothing at all to you." Here, take your bottle! Two can play this game. From now on I'll spend time with my other child, Señor Pump-N-Style.