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Elana was going out for a while. I was in the kitchen and told her I’d be getting Patrick’s breakfast together and then feed Eoin with the recently-expressed bottle that was in the fridge. Patrick overheard the conversation from the livingroom.

“Dad, how can you feed him? We don’t have (some garbled words).”

“We don’t have what?” I asked, almost knowing the answer—almost.

“But we don’t have any lungs, so we can’t feed him; only moms can! They have lungs.”

“Lungs?”

He responded with his very declarative, “Yes!”

Ok, today we’re explaining breasts. What’s next?