When my daughter, Ariel, was two and a half, we welcomed our second child to the family, a baby boy named, Gabriel. We brought him home from the hospital and right away Ariel loved him.
The first day home she learned about breastfeeding. I was snuggled up on the couch with Gabriel feeding him, and Ariel wanted to know what was going on.
I explained to her that he was drinking milk, and she said she was thirsty too, and wanted a drink of milk. I sent her into the kitchen to find her dad so he could get her a cup.
Titus picked her up and immediately Ariel pulled up his shirt, leaned down and tried to nurse from him.
It didn’t work...