Politically Incorrect

...some conversation that I can't remember, as usual, but something about a president came up...
Mikayla - Yeah, well, if I were president, every day would be negro day.
Me - Um, see, Mikayla, we don't really refer to them as negroes anymore.
Mikayla - But I will make every day negro day.
Aaric, sighing and rolling his eyes - Mikayla, the times have changed. We don't need a negro day. Mar, um...
Me - Martin Luther King
Aaric - yeah, Martin Luther King has already made lots of speeches and done lots of marches.
Mikayla, interrupting as usual - Aw man! No fair, he got to be president before me!


Speaking of "aw man..."
So, little quick version is that after the skull fracture and my being away from Xander, and then my pregnancy progressing, it all led to a downward spiral that ends with me having very little milk supply left and his latch getting a bit lazy. Now that it actually hurts every time he tries to nurse, I've given up. Philosophically, I'd love to keep going. Physically, I'm done. He still asks a couple times a day, which just breaks my little heart. So, the other night, we're in bed and he says, "mama, I want nursey." And I sigh, and say, "I know honey. But it hurts when you do. You never open up wide anymore, and it's owie, and I don't want to. I don't want to nursey." He let out a big sigh as he flopped back and said, "aw man!"
That kid is a nut.
And, yes, I'm aware of the date. I'm declaring tomorrow his birthday. I'm his mother, I can do that if I want. This year, his birthday is on the 16th. The only thing he knows about the calendar is that it's paper with squares. And since today was rough, I decided to just pretend it's tomorrow.