I couldn't help but laugh while at the same time, my face turned bright red. An image flashed in my mind of my son drinking my milk. But then I realized he was looking toward the kitchen. Oh. He hadn't meant he was thirsty for my breast milk. My face became even more flush. Oh jeez. I looked away.
"Why are you blushing again?" Josh asked and I shook my head, looking anywhere but at him. "Mom?" he asked softly. When I still didn't answer, it clicked. "Oh. Oh! You thought I was making a joke about being thirsty... for those?" he nodded toward my chest.
If my face got any redder, I thought I might pass out from blood loss elsewhere. But I nodded at him and said faintly, "Uh, yeah."
I thought he would laugh, but he didn't. After a few seconds, I glanced at him. He was staring at my chest. A
