Me: “I tasted it!”
Benjamin: “Tasted what?”
Me: “My breastmilk. I tasted it. When I was condensing bottles, there were a few drops left in one, and I tasted it.”
Silence.
Me: “It tasted like the sweetest, thickest, most delicious cream you’ve ever tried. Thick, like melted ice cream.”
Silence.
Benjamin: “Yeah. I guess if I could produce beer out of my body I would taste it too.”
