A Breastfeeding Home

Yesterday, it was raining so much here that we had a leak coming down from our vent. I yelled to MyLove in the other room, "Babe! The vent is leaking!" As I was walking to the kitchen to get something to catch it, Ethanael asks, "Mommy, your baba's are leaking?"

"No, Sweetie. The ceiling is leaking water!"

MyLove and I started cracking up because he's obviously heard us discussing my "baba's leaking" many times before.