Apparently, the humor has returned full force our household, thanks to Dizzle, of course.
Upon our return home from the hospital, the topic of feeding Dilly came up. So, being the fantastic mother that I am, I attempted to simplify the process of breastfeeding so that a three-year old could understand (and not question) how her baby sister was going to be nourished. Here's how it went down:
Me: I am going to go feed Dilly.
Dizzle: How is she going to get the milk?
Me: Mommy is going to give it to her.
Dizzle: Oh. From where?
Me: Well, the milk come out of Mommy's boobies.
Dizzle: Can I watch?
Me: Um, sure. But there isn't really anything to see.
Dizzle: Oh, OK. Well, when can I get milk in my boobies? You know I have little boobies ....
Me: (laughter) Not for a very long time ...
See? I told you we'd find our funny bone again.