On the way home from school the other day McCall asks me from the backseat,
McCall: “Mommy, did you put cabbage on your breasts when I was a baby?”
McCall: “Mommy, did you put cabbage on your breasts when I was a baby?” (I was hoping I misunderstood the question, no such luck. What in the world are they teaching my child at school?)
Me: stutter, sputter, breathe… “What makes you ask that?”
McCall: “My friend in school, her mom had a baby and said she is going to put cabbage on her breasts so the milk will stop coming for the baby because she doesn’t want it to come any more. Did you do that too?”
Me: internally, ugh! So began a rather lengthy discussion on breastfeeding, lactation, weaning, cabbage on breasts, etc. We have not done the whole birds and bees discussion. I always thought I would be one to do it super early. I knew most everything on paper when I was 6. I thought it was very healthy. Now I am so pushing the envelope and do not want to have to do it anytime soon.
Save the innocence people! Cabbage! Seriously!