She watched me breast feeding. Fascinated she was. Tried to feed her new dolly a few times, too. Pulled up her little T Shirt and stuck the dolly onto her tiny exposed boobies.

The day she saw me expressing into a suction tube though was interesting! I could tell she wanted to keep watching the World Vision show because she had a couple of attempts at running in to the kitchen to watch, running back to the TV, fixated on both activities while they held her three year old attention.

My pump, pump, pumping in the kitchen was obviously far more exciting that the starving kids in Rwanda. She stood, watching me, interested and intrigued.

"Watcha doin, Marmy?"

"I'm expressing the milk so that Harry doesn't have to go hungry. Daddy can feed Harry tonight with my milk."

"Express," she repeated like the little parrot that she is. "Will Daddy feed them dying kids in 'wandra, too?"

"What?"

"Them kids had no mummies and daddies and no milk. Never. Can we send that milk to 'wandra?"

I choose not to correct the grammar and tense and instead laughed a hearty laugh. How cute and very thoughtful of Lilly Pilly.

"No darling. We can't send them this expressed milk because it has to be fresh milk for babies and the mail takes a long time. The milk will go off and poison the babies in Rwanda."

"But you can put it in the Express Post bag. That's special for express milk and will keep the milk good."

And that was the day that I knew my Lilly Pilly had developed empathy. That was the day that I knew I was raising a child who cared about social issues.

Expressed milk as an express mail package, lol.




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