Heading down the hall, Jamie sees his dad on the couch watching tv while eating a bowl of cereal, "Hey dad, moms messy and needs a change." Has said as he plopped down on the couch.
"Alright," he said, quickly drinking the milk in the bowl as he finished up and placed the bowl on the counter, "I'm going, I'm going." Jamie heard him say as he walked down the hall to the bathroom.
As Jamie changed the channels, looking for some cartoons, Sophie toddled into the living room and saw him, smiling, she climbed onto the couch, "Jamie play!" She said as she crawled over to him, quickly embracing him in a tight hug and trying to pull him toward her.
"Not yet, Sophie." Jamie said, looking down the hall, "Let me have my breakfasts first, then we'll play, alright?" He said, not really looking forward to it, but if it got her off his back for even a moment, it was worth it.
"Yay!" Sophie said, understanding what her brother said, toddling off to her pile of toys in the corner of the living room.
Eventually, he heard his mom coming down the hall, and he quickly got up and saw that, yes, she was topless, and she was heading to the couch, he'd get breastmilk! Like almost all kids until they were 17, a good part of his diet was breast milk, sure Sophie preferred baby food, and apple juice over their moms milk, but he preferred milk quite a bit. And with school cancelled for the next week or so, he'd be getting this kind of breakfast (and possibly lunch) every day!
"Alright Jamie, let's get your breakfast while your dad gets Sophie hers prepared." His mom said as she sat down on the couch, letting him rest his back on her lap and curl up slightly into the fetal position as he nursed. She wrapped her arms around him to hug him and support his head, not wanting him to pull too much at her nipples, it kind of saddened her that Sophie didn't enjoy getting breastfed, but at least one of her children wasn't growing up too soon.