"My breastmilkshake" is no longer "better than yours".
After a few months of "don't offer, don't refuse", Maggie just stopped asking. It wasn't instant--some days she'd nurse five times, the next day only once, then three times, then not at all, etc.
And then recently I tried to remember how long it had been, and...it's been a while. She's done. She's over it.
So I give it up to you, readers. Renovate my tagline.
The winner (or winners, I might find myself so bowled over by your wit so as not to be able to choose just one) will receive something in the form of a kick-ass prize. Probably something I make myself with my own two crafty hands.
In the random and half-assed and slackerish fashion for which I'm famous near and far, we'll give it a week or so. Or whatever.