The other day Sari had an appointment in Manhattan, so I took care of Phoebe for the afternoon. Couple hours into it and Phoebe wakes up starving from her nap. Just as I sit down with her and a bottle of pre-pumped breast milk, the phone rings. It’s Sari.
“Is Phoebe hungry? Are you feeding her now?”
“Yeah,” I said, surprised at her timing. “How’d you know?”
“My boobs were tingling.”
Hello!!!
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Squeamish, much? ;->
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Why am I up this late?!
That’s weird, man. You might want to experiment and see if you can, like, send her messages in Morse Code or something.
Heh heh. Yeah, there are all sorts of cool experiments which could be tried!
HAW!
Precognitive boobs! That thought makes me so happy. Also, I am digging the new look of the site. xoxox to you and S. and the bebe. kronic.