Obsession, part II

Iris continues to ask to nurse, despite having been cut off from that particular tap for some time now. I decided to try a new tack, explaining to her that only babies nurse and that she is a big girl. She seemed somewhat interested in this line of reasoning, so I decided to push it further and suggest that she could nurse her babies. Iris is a very solicitous, if physically somewhat careless, mama to her dolls: she generously offers them drinks from the favored yellow cup, but will then fling them again and again into their bed until sheer force arranges their tiny limbs into the configuration she has in mind. So she considered my suggestion, hopped off the sofa, and trotted back with this:


which she then very tenderly stuffed down my shirt.